The 2 AM Call

​It was two o’clock in the morning, I was somewhere between sleep and the next world when my cell phone rang. It took me a while to swim up and surface from the depths of unconsciousness but I did it. No one, and I mean no one, calls me that early unless something is wrong. They all know better. Ask my poor husband about the terrors that unfold after waking me. So naturally, I assumed something was terribly wrong and someone needed help.

I felt around in the dark for my phone quickly. I didn’t even look at the number, I just answered it. A male voice on the other end of the line asked for Sarah or maybe Susie, I didn’t catch the name but it wasn’t mine; so it didn’t matter. Obviously, this call was a wrong number and it would be over soon.  

But in my drowsy state I asked, “Who?”

He mumbled something under his breath, I didn’t catch that either. I was beginning to get annoyed but I managed to keep my composure as I asked again.

“Who are you looking for?”

“Oh,” he sighed.

The way he sighed made me imagine this guy was propped up, with his chin resting in his hand; looking out his window. Possibly day dreaming about something or someone.

“Just someone to spend the rest of my life with,” he answered.

I went from zero to enraged in 2.3 seconds. The audacity of this man calling my number at 2 am, waking me from my (much needed) slumber, just to ‘see’ if I might be the one he could spend the rest of his life with or possibly know someone that could.

“Well, you dialed the wrong number bud,” I yelled into the phone and hung up.

Don’t wake me up. I mean it.