Yesterday, as I woke from a nap and checked my phone, I found I had an unprecedented amount of notifications.
Missed calls, messages, friend requests, the lot. It was, unfortunately, not a sight I see particularly often.
More often than not I will wake up in a sad reality of an empty screen with very few notifications. But alas, yesterday was different.
After initially thinking something big had gone down while I tried to get some post-work shut eye, I realised not one of the numbers who had called me were saved in my contacts.
On closer inspection, I saw a name pop up that was vaguely familiar. It was a guy I had known very briefly while at university, but we have not spoken since I graduated some eight years ago.
“Hey Sally, good to hear from you,” I read.
But I…I…but he never heard from me? Or did he? Was I drunk? Hallucinating, perhaps?
At least, that’s what I thought until I caught the wry smile of my husband at the other end of the room. “Everything all right?” He asked.