Monday Wake Up Call

Marie Mayer
2 min readAug 9, 2022

A glorious morning memory

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My eyes shot open as an alarm blared from out of nowhere. The 5:00 AM sunrise made an appearance on my bedroom carpet.

“Shit, get up!” I shrieked as I jolted my boyfriend awake.

“What time is it?” he asked, also seeing the light of dawn.

I wrestled out of bed and traced the source of the disturbance. On the floor, my iPhone was vibrating with the ungodly noise. The words “find my iPhone” were printed neatly in the center of the screen.”

Odd. I grabbed it and aggressively thumbed the screen until the noise magically stopped.

From there, I discovered a text message from my mother. Mystery solved.

Send that boy home before your father gets up!

“Okay, my dad is getting up soon, better hurry.” I said, repeating the morning herald to Greg.

“Got it!” he was several steps ahead of me, tugging his shirt over his mussed-up hair.

“You sleep well?” I asked, looking out the window. All the lights in the main house remained off. I breathed a prayer of thanks.

“Yeah. You?”

“Very well. It doesn’t look like anyone’s stirring yet.”