The 3:37 AM Call That Broke Me — And How I Finally Took My Sleep Back
The phone buzzed twice on the nightstand, the device itself shifting half an inch across the wood. I reached out, my fingertips touching the cold edge of the screen, then pressed my whole palm over it to block the glow. The third buzz was a call—a different vibration, like a fly trapped in a glass jar, battering against the walls. I picked up, didn't speak, heard a brief, faint voice on the other end. I said, "Mom, I'm sleeping." Then I hung up.
