It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. Tell us all about it. And what happens next.
We were happily spooning and snoring after a long love-making session just hours before. Suddenly, being a light sleeper, I jolted awake. A sound frequently interupting my flow of thought during board meetings; that all too familiar buzz.
Once I managed to get my arm out from under her head without disturbing her, I gingerly rolled over to pick up the phone on the bedside table. I reached as far as I could and with the very tips of my fingers, squeaked the phone closer within my grasp.
As I fumbled, I finally placed it over my head holding the late night intruder at arms reach. It was just a photo. Crisp, black, boring Times New Roman on a solid bright yellow background resembling a roadside caution sign. I laughed at myself for being such a geek; always noticing the font first.
“She is not who you think she is.”
Gasping, I made myself hush so as not to wake Leslie. Not recognizing the number, I quickly hit ‘delete’. I shook and rolled back into spoon position all the time thinking, “Thank Goddess we both have identical iphones! There’s one message she will never see.”
Leslie stirred. “It was nothing dear. Go on back to sleep.”
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