Morning call

The moon was still up in the jet black sky and it is swollen with light. A single phone call shattered the silence in the house and the boy woke up to answer it. Just before he could, the call ended but through caller ID, he already knew who called. He called back, thinking it was urgent.

It was his grandma. She had thought it was a Friday and she had called to wake him up. After assuring her that it was indeed a Saturday the boy placed the phone back into the holder and smiled. That call had made his day. It was 0530.