Checking The Blinking Phone
I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before turning to the nightstand. My phone sat there, plugged into the charger, its notification light blinking rapidly.
I unplugged the cord and lifted the device, preparing myself for whatever onslaught awaited me. I expected a few angry texts or maybe a voicemail from Sarah.
However, nothing could have prepared me for the sheer volume of activity that had occurred while I slept.