A Dialogue Essay

Last Call
"I'll get it." The infernal ringing of the telephone awoke me. I rolled out of bed and fell on the floor. In a daze, I look at my clock that indicated that it is eleven o'clock at night. The phone rang again, so I scurried off of the floor, hopefully reaching it before anyone would wake up.
"Hello," I said while picking at the sleep in my eyes.
"Brian, what are you doing right now?" the unidentified person said.
"Who is this?" I said while I yawned. At first I thought that it was Robert.
"This is Tony. Who did you think it is your mamma?" he asked me in a sarcastic manner. …