Chapter 2: Sleep
Sleep is a wonderful thing, sometimes too wonderful. Now like any normal person I love my sleep, but once I'm up, I'm up, and I can never get back to sleep. Of all days, today was the day I slept and slept and slept some more. It wasn't until the phone rang that I jolted upright in my bed and opened my eyes wide before looking down at the clock on the bedside cabinet. S***! It was 10:33. I was already over half an hour late, and I hadn't even made it out of bed. I groggily picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Jacob, what are you doing pet? It's 10:33, I thought you knew what time you had to be here." replied the Geordie voice of the gorgeous receptionist, Mia.
"****, yeah I did know. Of all the bloody days!"
"Well you better get your arse down here, Mr Reid is going to be pissed." She said giggling.
"Right. See you in a couple of minutes."
I slammed down the phone and lept off the bed before shoving on some trackies and a T-Shirt. I grabbed my bag that contained my footy boots and legged it out of the door and into the lift. I reached the first floor. S***, again! I had left my mobile in the room. It was too late to go back, I ran through the lobby and out into the car park. I clambered into my Ford Fiesta and reversed quickly out of my parking space. I revved the awful Ford engine before speeding out of the Travelodge and onto the road, heading about 50mph toward the football club, nearly running over an old lady in the process. Not the best start to my first day as a Hamilton player!
To be continued...