10:00 Sunday morning. Most of Park Plaza was awake by now—"awake" meaning "no longer in REM cycles." There were some that were good little boys and girls and got up early to do productive Sunday morning stuff. But let's be honest, a lot of us didn't. Some were still in bed with no intentions of getting out of bed. After all, it's fast Sunday, and the more time you spend asleep, the less time (it seems) you fast.
Apartment 109 was no different. People were just barely rolling out of bed in time to get ready for church. Most of them had taken showers, shaved, and had gotten ready. They could sleep in a little more because there was no need to make breakfast or lunch.
It was quarter to 1:00 when most of them headed out the door. That's when they noticed Jared still asleep in bed.
"That bum," one of them thought, "he's going to be late for church."
They wanted to be funny (and jerks) about it and got a blow horn. They snuck into his room, kneeled down right next to his bed and blew the horn right in his ear! They were surprised that he didn't even flinch so they tried to shake him awake. It was then that they realized how pale Jared looked. They touched his face and discovered it was cold.
"Oh dear…" one of them said, "we've killed him…."
Funny story... he was in Idaho... :)
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