Pillow talk

Alicia’s POV

The buzzing of my phone was what woke me up in the middle of the night and I opened my eyes to the blurry sight of my pillow, darkness, and a light from afar.

It took me more than a couple seconds to come to my senses and I yawned a little before raising my head at the buzzing phone.

Then, it stopped.

My curiosity was piqued once I inched my hand closer to the phone and picked it up from the wireless charging port on my nightstand (something I didn’t know existed in my bedroom until a rather fortuitous accident a couple of days ago).

It was 12.37am.

So why would I be getting calls?

As if to Answer the unspoken question, the phone once again began to vibrate in my hand. Another call coming through.

I stared at the phone for a moment.

Who was ‘The Love of My Life’? I didn’t save this number, nor did I know who it might be.

I pursed my lips. Should I answer or not?

The call went on for another couple of seconds before I finally made my decision and swiped the green button on