The phone

Zzzzzz. Ring, ring. Zzzz. Ring, ring. What’s that? The phone. I’m asleep. If the phone rings and I’m asleep, it must be important, right? Last time someone rang me up in the night when I was asleep, it was to tell me my dad had had an accident and gone to hospital. I’d better get it. What’s the time? Don’t know. The clock is a blur, but there’s light. 6:56. Better get the phone.

"Glaerrrllo?". My mouth isn’t fully awake, but I manage to get a word approximating "hello" out, more or less.

"Who’s that?" Oh great. A name guessing game first thing in the morning. Just what I wanted. No, actually I wanted to get back to bed.

"Ish Daniel. And you’ve got a wrong number, haven’t you."

"Oh. So early, too. I’m so sorry."

I should hope so, you stupid bint. Dial more carefully next time please.

"Yeah. Bye." <click>. Back to bed. At least for a little while.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.