The light of my smart phone woke me up. It wasn’t the soft chirp I had set for a work text, so I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. ‘Tried’ being the key word. The glow of a message gave a dull light to my nightstand that I didn’t want. Not at…I looked at the soft red numbers of my alarm clock…1 in the morning.
Who would text me at this hour? It didn’t matter, they would call if it was important. Five minutes later, my phone buzzed with the announcement of a voicemail. The One Plus series was a great phone, but I could never get the settings exactly configured the way I wanted, which meant that in Night Mode, anything besides Family or Work was silent, but the damn messages lit up the display, or in this case, a voicemail made my phone buzz.
Sighing, I reached over and picked it up. Squinting in the dark, I tried to make out the message and gave up, reaching for my reading glasses. Tricia? Oh my God, no! I was done with that bitch two months ago, why wouldn’t she leave me alone.