My phone, which once felt light in my hands, now feels like an ice block. I had been looking forward to going home all day, my soft, cloud like bed, the smell and warmness of my cup of tea. I sit in my stalling car outside of my house, I don't realize I am holding my breath, until a small wisp of air escapes my lips.
"Okay, who am I to trust this. It could be a spam text or someone
pranking me." b...