Don’t freak out…

/Meelah’s POV/

I wake up from my deep sleep to the sound of my phone buzzing loudly.

Half-conscious, I get my hand out of the comfortable duvet as I started searching the bed side drawer frantically as my phone's persistent ringing delved into my brain.

I didn’t want to open my eyes because I was scared that the sleep was going to clear off my face, so I silently hoped that the caller would stop calling as I knocked a few things over, trying to trace my phone.

I found the phone and I took it closer to my face to see if the call was worth picking or not despite how blurry my vision is.

“G Mama” I pronounce half asleep, almost swiping right on the caller ID to pick the call but on recapitulating who it is, my eyes widened in horror, and the sleep completely cleared off my face.

“G mama?” I pronounced as I quickly dump my phone on the bed side as if it burnt me so that I won’t mistakenly pick her call.

I sit up on the bed and watch the phone ring, unsure of what to do.

I am in a dilemma