Unwelcome

Shadab

Poking or prodding? I was feeling something along the lines of that. I swatted at whatever it was that was poking me. I continued my sleep once the poking stopped. I must have gotten peace for a minute or so when my phone began to ring. It wasn't my alarm--because I always got up before my alarm went off-- someone was calling me. I tried opening my eyelids but it was like someone had glued them together. I blindly reached out for my phone and with difficulty opened one eye. To my surprise, it was still dark outside.

Who would be calling me at this ungodly hour?

Without looking at the caller ID I swiped the answer key. "Hullo," I grumbled.