Ringing

Ringing and ringing, the phone called for me in its shrill voice. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

Muffled through my pillow, yet just audible enough to be nagging, the phone's persistence paid off.

The choice to leave my warm bed behind was a hard one, but once it was made, I had to commit. If only I could apply this practice to the rest of my life, I might not be woken up at all hours by the usual unexpected phone call.