Never had I waited for a call like I waited for his call that morning. I lay in bed, sleep on a strike with me holding the phone in hand. I would unlock it just to make sure it had not died or something. The clock hit two followed by three and by then my eyes were bleeding yet still I waited. My heart was pounding, wondering if he was okay, thinking of all the worst things that could happen. My heart pound so hard, standing and pacing all around the apartment until I felt like my feet would tear off. I sat down on the cold floor. Phone in hand with his number on my screen contemplating on whether to call him or not. All I just wanted to know was if he was okay.
I bit my lip, grabbing my head only to let go. My knees protested as I stood up again and started pacing. The clock hit four and
