The morning after
Emily
The vibration of my phone made me hesitate to move at first, half convinced it was part of my dream.
Or maybe I was still dreaming.
With a sleepy groan, I reached out blindly, my face still buried in the pillow as my hand searched the bedside table until my fingers finally brushed against my phone.
Lazily peeling one eye open, I squinted at the screen and saw an unsaved number.
Just as I was about to answer, the ringing stopped.
Yesterday’s anxiety, frustration, and anger had all settled into the exhaustion weighing heavily on my body now.
Slowly, I pushed myself upright, careful not to worsen the dull ache still throbbing in my head. I pressed my fingers to my temple and massaged it gently.
Brrrr… brrrr…
A notification popped up on my phone, making me pa
