Mute Mistake

There are some moments in life that you feel you just can’t describe. This is one of them:

“You have four new messages. First new message, sent today at 4:32 a.m.”

“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up . . .”

“Next message sent today at 4:34 a.m.”

“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up . . .”

“Next message sent today at 4:36 a.m.”

“Seriously wake up . . . I don’t know when I’ll be able to call you again . . . I miss you, I miss you . . .”

“Next message sent today at 4:39 a.m."

“I guess you’re not going to pick up. I don’t know when I’m going to be able to call you again . . .”

My phone was on silent from a visit to the bookstore with my sister last night. I’d forgotten to turn the ringer back on. We were in my room talking and laughing until 5:45 a.m. I was exhausted when I checked my messages a few moments ago. I'm wide awake now because I can’t forgive myself.