Mila

Sixteen Tons emanated from my phone where it lay on the nightstand. Half-awake, I thrust my arm out and felt around for the device without opening my eyes.

I cracked open my eyelids just enough to see the screen. Outside my window, the sky looked more like night than morning. The sun had yet to become more than a general brightness on the horizon.

I pushed the accept icon and put the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

My voice sounded thick ...