As I wake up, I am greeted by the same room I have been in since we moved here from California. My pink and brown walls welcome me as I roll over. I glance over at the clock. 8:34 a.m. Rolling onto my back, the ceiling stares at me. I close my eyes momentarily. It was strange waking up this early, mom usually wakes me up at nine for breakfast. One of my papers on the wall flutters up and back down. The wind from my ceiling fan makes it move, but the pins keep it in place. My green eyes scan the two walls that my bed is on. You can barely see the pink or brown wallpaper because of how many pictures and drawings are on them. I do not freehand very often for tracing is more of my style. Towards the end of my bed, my eyes fall on the pictures from …show more content…
My bed was tall and I was short, so my feet went about half the way to the floor. Whenever I wanted to get on or off the bed, I had to jump. I land on the floor and look around. My cat usually sleeps with me and she was nowhere to be found. Getting down onto my knees to look under the bed, nothing was there. Only dust and a few pieces of clothing meet my glance. Standing back up, my thoughts go to when I lost Maggie before. She had somehow got out of the house and did not come back for three days. When she finally came back, her beautiful calico fur was black and her green eyes seemed dull. I shake my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. Hopefully she did not get out …show more content…
On the charger, on top of my worn nightstand. I unwrap the cord from around my phone. I have to wrap it around now for it to charge. I keep telling mom that I need a new one, but we have not gotten around to getting it. I notice that my purple case is slowly losing its color. Every day it seems to be getting duller. I might get another one when we go get a new charger. The phone turns on as I hit the button. It takes a few moments, so I hop onto the bed to wait. My familiar picture shows up as it asks me for my password. The picture is of Kyo. I smile at it. Kyo was from my favorite anime, Fruits Basket. I type in ‘Aiden’ for my password and it brings me to the home screen. I pull my legs up onto the bed as I click the contacts app. Confusion seeped into me again as nothing shows up. There were no contacts. Where there used to be my friends and family’s numbers, there was just a blank screen. In the corner where there used to be, Add Contact, there was nothing. Staring down at my phone, my stomach started to knot up again. This was just weird. I knew my mom’s number by heart, so I go to the dial pad. As it pulled up, a sinking feeling set it. There were no numbers for me to click. I blink at my phone, trying to make sense of the
Though everything matches up in the story, the cell phone tower is the only missing link. The call picks up from a tower next to Best Buy, in the complete opposite direction of the Forest Park area. There isn’t just one call that doesn't bounce off of the right cell towers. A 3:59 call to Patrick didn’t bounce off in the right area, a 3:48 call to a Phil, the 3:32 call to Nisha, a 3:21 call to Jenn,
My phone buzzes, and I check it. "She 's here. I 'll go open the
The next morning I had woken up with no memory of ever having fallen asleep. To my surprise, the other bed was no longer empty. "Annabelle?" I crept closer, "Are you awake?" The bed sheets remained still.
The coldness woke me up. My toes felt numb from the frigid December air and my body ached. I was in my studies, passed out after working on a few homicide cases that ultimately linked back to one guy. I sat up right, yawned, and stretched my arms out as wide as I could, knocking a few of my Archie’s Comics off the shelf and to the wooden floor. I’ll pick that up later.
Connected Verizon standard Sharon customers had issue calling a certain number while driving through Ohio kept getting a message saying “All circuits are busy try again later”. Sharon actively listened and responded to the customers issue with empathy. She personal provides assurance of help to get the customer issue resolved. Discover Verizon standard Sharon asked some good open end question like the number that’s being dialed is it a landline or mobile number.
I rolled over and checked the caller ID in an attempt to figure out who might be calling me so late at night. Looking at my phone, I realized it was my best friend, Kelley. She had recently been going through a lot of tough things in her personal and family life, so it was no surprise that she called me for support. I answered and immediately heard her muffled, choking sobs. "What 's going on Kelley?
As I lay in bed, I can see the time on my stove. 1:30 a.m. Just another sleepless night. What 's been keeping me up at night? Maybe it 's the shrieks of my mother 's petrified voice that still echoes through my head?
I, Cole Gutierrez, sit patiently in my chair as I wait for someone to answer my call. I have finished my homework and want to play video games with my friends. No one answers the call. Out of pure desperation I try again. I sit and listen to the all too familiar sound of a Skype call that probably won’t be answered.
Imagine you have difficulty waking up, trying to fight the constant sensation of drowsiness with the little life you have left. When you wake, you struggle through the haze of confusion to finally realize that you are in the same monochromatic, secluded room you’ve been in for the past two months or possibly two years. No family in sight. No pets. No fireplace awaiting you.
“…I wan’t to see you.” Gripping the phone tightly, thus almost crushing it in my palms, I could only hear the continuous and annoying sound of the beep. Hence, heart heavy with uncertainty and with other uncertain emotions, I loosened my grip, consequently allowing the device to sleekly slip through my grasp. Noiselessly, it dropped on the carpeted floor, followed after by my trembling knees which betrayed my confidence and laughter earlier. Now, down on my knees with the soft touch of the scarlet carpet brushing against my skin, which greatly did not matter, warm tears soon trickle down along my cheeks.
As my mind cleared I glanced at the wall. The window was open. "Da...," I closed my eyes making sure I wasn't dreaming. I slid out of the silky sheets. They clinged to me.
I was going through boxes looking for something, anything that would help me finish this project. My teacher just handed out an essay that we have to do on the history of a family member . My Dad told me if we have anything it would be in the trunk upstairs, but there were only trinkets in the trunk. I resorted to scavenging through the boxes in the attic. I gave up after finding nothing except a picture of some man sitting on a pony.
When I saw the flash of my mom 's headlights my body shook with fear and I held in a sob. My mom opened the front door and I ran to her, clinging to her like I did when I was a child. I felt the warmth of her skin against mine and listened for a moment to her heartbeat. “Can we talk about something?” I asked, letting go of my mom.
You wake up in the morning on time to go to work. The sheets are soft, warm, and soothing under your body. The sun is up and casting a gentle orange glow through your window and landing on your floor, creating an asymmetric pattern. You get up and get ready, taking a shower and letting the hot water penetrate your skin. You get dressed and eat breakfast, enjoying your morning.
I am awakened by the bright light seeping through and around my black-out curtains. The clock on my night stand reads 3:02pm. I realize it is Thursday my night off from work and that I actually slept 6 straight hours with no interruption (that’s a record since I started working nights at the hospital). Still drowsy I toss my covers off and peel my listless body from the comfort of my cozy bed. I stumble down the stairs to the kitchen where I turn on my Keurig and realize it is “THURSDAY!