So I woke up and my phone was gone. Nowhere to be found. I looked behind my head on my nightstand where I always keep it. Gone. I looked on the floor thinking maybe it fell off during a vigorous vibration. Not there. I looked under my covers, thinking perhaps I accidentally coddled the phone in a sudden stroke of loneliness. Wasn't there. I looked in my bathroom, thinking I made a midnight trip to the toilet/called somebody. You know, multitasking in my sleep. Not there. I ran up into Emma's room in a panic, and she said "Maybe it's in your car". I said, no no it just vanished I swear it. She said "Maybe its in the crack of your bed" I said I already looked there, and of course that was the first place I looked, and it's not there. I asked her to call it from her phone. I walked downstairs following the tinny vibrations and sure enough...
it was in the crack of my bed.
Thank you Emma, for always knowing what to do when I'm in a state of panic.
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