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I'd fallen asleep on the couch again.
That's probably why when my eyes jerked open wildly at the sound of, what I now know to be, the telephone, my back hurt and I was grossly disoriented.
By the time my eyes had unevenly opened and a frown firmly in place on my lips, the sound finally registered in my mind.
I flailed for one of the infuriating black phones that flitted around our house, at the very least to shut it up. My hand finally hit the phone, throwing it onto the off-white carpet that coated the living room.
My blurry eyes rolled as my tired arm dragged the black device to a manageable position and I hit the talk button with an irritated thumb. With all of the anger and tiredness available to my thick, scratchy vocal chords I grumbled into the phone, "Hello."
"Paula, your sister-"
"It's not Paula. It's her daughter."
"Oh dear. I must have dialed the wrong number again, I'm sorry-"
"Yeah, bye Grandma." I hit the talk button again and threw the phone flippantly towards the large, brown leather chair on the opposite corner of the living room. Hearing a 'tinck' sound as the infuriating device missed it's mark, and seemed to hit the window behind it instead, I rolled my body to face the back of the couch again.

Description
I'd fallen asleep on the couch again.
That's probably why when my eyes jerked open wildly at the sound of, what I now know to be, the telephone, my back hurt and I was grossly disoriented.
By the time my eyes had unevenly opened and a frown firmly in place on my lips, the sound finally registered in my mind.
I flailed for one of the infuriating black phones that flitted around our house, at the very least to shut it up. My hand finally hit the phone, throwing it onto the off-white carpet that coated the living room.
My blurry eyes rolled as my tired arm dragged the black device to a manageable position and I hit the talk button with an irritated thumb. With all of the anger and tiredness available to my thick, scratchy vocal chords I grumbled into the phone, "Hello."
"Paula, your sister-"
"It's not Paula. It's her daughter."
"Oh dear. I must have dialed the wrong number again, I'm sorry-"
"Yeah, bye Grandma." I hit the talk button again and threw the phone flippantly towards the large, brown leather chair on the opposite corner of the living room. Hearing a 'tinck' sound as the infuriating device missed it's mark, and seemed to hit the window behind it instead, I rolled my body to face the back of the couch again.