'Come on, come on, come on!’ you mumbled, stretching your body further than was possible to reach the remote that had fallen on the ground. You could feel the edges with your fingertips, but couldn’t quite reach it.
‘You should really get off that couch and go shower, [Name]. It’s Saturday night,’ your roommate commented, watching you making a fool out of yourself, still wearing your pyjama’s even though it was already late in the afternoon. ‘Sarah and I are going out for a date night. You should come along.’
You sighed loudly. ‘You know I don’t like to go out, Amy.’
‘I know, but they have a special speed dating night at the bar around the corner and you’ve been laying on this couch in your pyjama’s every Saturday night ever since you and Ryan broke up. It’s time to move on.’