“When the time comes, be ready.” Eileen says to me over the phone. Confusion fills me, but by the time I have to wonder what to be ready for, she’s already hung up.

I check the clock and see the time. 12:38am. Oof, I have to get up at 6 tomorrow. A couple more minutes scrolling on my phone won’t hurt, right? I go back to my phone. Eileen’s words keep strolling through my head. What did she mean?

I text Eileen; “What time? Ready for what?”

Eileen responds; “12:40”

I continue to text her, asking what’s to come, and am or pm, stupid things like that. I was to busy trying to find out how to be prepared, that I didn’t notice the clock hitting 12:40, and my closet door slowly opening.