Under the pillow.

When I opened my eyes this morning, I knew I was in trouble. Sun was streaming through my blinds. I jumped out of bed, wondering how I did not wake up to one of the three alarms I set on my phone.

You see, I’m a paranoid person when it comes to alarms. I’m always afraid it’s not going to work.

Back to this morning. I looked over at my nightstand. Nope, no phone there. Checked the floor. Not there. It has to be in the bed. To be exact, I found my phone nestled under the pillow...where I had apparently stuck it due to the alarm that I’m sure was bothering my deep sleep. I managed to ignore all three, silencing the beeping that is guaranteed to wake most people. I have no recollection of this.

It was one of those mornings where I wish I could have crawled back under that pillow with without my phone.