C31 Thirty-One

I woke up on my stomach, with my head turned to the side, and my hands buried underneath me. I groggily rubbed my head against the pillow, wiping the drool of my face. I stopped suddenly when my skin encountered something hard and cold. Disorientated, I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with my phone. “What the--,” I mumbled, just as my stomach let out a loud growl