When I go to bed at night, I plug in my phone and set it on "calls only" so that I don't hear all of its beeps, bloops, and blips. I also do not lock the keyboard because I know that if I do receive a call that wakes me, my sleep fogged mind can barely figure out how to answer much less be able to unlock it before answering. I learned the hard way to lock the keyboard after my handbag called my sister's boyfriend one too many times....
Early this morning my phone rang and once I processed what the sound was, I panicked. I immediately wondered who had died. Did it cross my mind that it could have been a wrong number? Nope...I jumped directly to death. Must be the pessimist in me. I root around for my phone but can't find it. As the anxiety increases with each chime, I finally find it under Bailey (don't ask me how it got there). I see it is my aunt in North Carolina and I assume that my entire family here had died and that was why she was calling me and not my mom. Unfortunately in all of this I miss the call and have to call her back.
"What did you need? Why did you call me?" I urgently ask.
"What? I called you because you called me a half hour ago."
"No I didn't, I was sound asleep. And I specifically asked the doctor NOT to give me Ambien to keep this from happening...."
"Yes, you did call and when I answered I just heard muffled sounds."
"Wait a minute" and I look down at Bailey....
Luckily my aunt is an early riser and has a good sense of humor.
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