112. Wok or Skillet

Gray Stewart woke up to the distant noise she could vaguely hear from her bedroom. It seemed she had fallen asleep once again. She grabbed her phone just right beside her. Her eyes found the time displayed on the lockscreen as it lit up. It was already noon.

And just below the time was a new message notification from Sarah. When she opened it, the message read:

‘I noticed you left me on the read, did I say something that upset you? I’m so sorry’

Gray sat up from the bed. Her head dropped down to her shoulders as she stared silently at the phone. Her daily dose of intolerable headache soon visited her; however, her mind seemed to have ignored the pain as well as the back of her shirt drenched in sweat.

She was though prompted to snap back to reality by the inaudible noise coming from outside her room. Upon changing her shirt to a black t-shirt, she went out of her bedroom with her phone tucked inside her sweat pant’s pocket.

She headed to the living room and as she got closer, the