45

I woke up to an insistent vibration on the table next to the bed. I lifted my head, groggy from sleep, and then I realized it was my cell phone. I looked to the side and Kaanadan was still sleeping, thrown to the side while the blanket only covered him from the hips down. I took a deep breath and picked up the device, noticing the unknown number that had called me about five times yesterday. I think about ignoring it like every time he called me, but, imagining that this will make him call me again, I answer.

- Who is it? — I ask, sitting on the bed.

I look at the clock on the table next to Kaanadan and notice that it's barely five in the morning.

Who in their right mind would call someone at this time?

The silence on the call makes me take a deep breath to stay awake and ask again:

—Who is speaking?

If you don't speak, that would be the right question.

The call then ends and I stare at the cell phone screen for a while. How strange... I check the number, trying to find it, but