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The phone startles me awake. s**t. I forgot to turn my ringer off. I stumble out of bed and across the room, rummage around in my purse, and find the culprit of my annoyance. The last thing I need is for my sleep to be interrupted. I spent the earlier part of today driving my yoga teacher turned sponsee to a treatment facility. Then I cleaned my apartment, made myself a tuna fish sandwich, went to a meeting, did a few hours of teacher training homework, and lay in bed until nearly two a.m. ruminating about how scared I am that I’m going to f**k up this new, awesome life that I’m building for myself.
The phone rings again.
“Hello.” My voice is groggy and thick with sleep.
The number on my caller ID reads Blocked.
“Carla…?”
My friend’s speech is so high-pitched and panicked that I c
