Monday Morning

Logan slapped his alarm clock off and peeled open his eyes. A beam of sunlight struck the bed near his thighs. He looked at it, then cautiously stuck his hand into the light. He watched dust mites dance around his fingers, and dropped his arm back on the bed. At least the vampire spell from the Halloween party last night hadn't come back in his sleep.

He picked his phone off the nightstand and checked his messages. "Shit," he said. He dialed Rory's number and left a message.