A Tiger on My Truck

My phone vibrated long after my midnight chime notified me silent mode was active. The rumble of the phone against my wooden nightstand should have startled me. In my battle with the insomnia monster, the vibration was a relief and my reason to retreat from tossing around the hot sheets to find a cool place. I noted the caller I.D. and swiped the screen to answer. “I’m sleeping.” “No, you’re not,” he said. He knew sleep declared war each night, and that I was a perpetual prisoner to be tortured until the sun cracked the horizon. He said, “I need you.” <a href="https://medium.com/hadrians-hall/a-tiger-on-my-truck-e64bd4e79da1">Click Here</a>