I came home, showered, put on my pajamas, then climbed into bed. I was exhausted, to say the least. I had just about drifted off, when the phone rang. It was my Mother. She called to let me know that some man with a strange accent and a Miami Florida number had called asking for me. After she told him I didn't live there, he hung up. She had to call and let me know. I have no idea why a man with an accent would be calling me from Miami Florida. I thought about it for a few minutes trying to figure it out, then decided that it wasn't as important as sleep.
I had just about caught up with Mr. Sandman again, when I heard a knock at the door. It was my Mom again, letting me know that she was going to the store, and bringing me the mail. I thanked her, then stumbled back to bed and laid down again. I was bound and determined to get those few elusive moments of sleep.
I was really close again, when I heard another knock on the door. I rolled back over and tried to ignore it, but the knock came again. I got up and went to the door to find the girl from down the street wanting to know if Lauren could come out to play. I told her Lauren wasn't home. She looked at the bleary eyed stranger and turned to go home.
Before I could get the door shut, my cell phone started ringing. It was a friend of mine wanting to know if I had another friends number. I told him I didn't. He needed some air conditioning work done and was wondering if our friend could do it. I gave him the name of the guy that does our heating and air work. He apologized for waking me, and I told him not to worry about it, I had never been asleep to begin with.
I should go back, get in the bed, and try again, but as sure as I do the guy from Miami will find my number.
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