Someone Is Leaving Me Messages On An Answering Machine, But I Know For A Fact He’s Not Alive

The note and the strange warmth I got from that blanket made me forget about the situation for a few moments. I suddenly was just relaxing in the comfortable confines of my car and listening to the snow fall softly onto my vehicle. It almost felt like I was sitting by the window on a Christmas morning, sipping hot cocoa and watching the snow fall under the hue of a rainbow of Christmas lights.

I couldn’t believe it, but I felt myself start to get drowsy. I tried to fight it, but I remembered I had been up since 5 a.m. I am a thoroughly, perpetually-tired person and there was a good chance I couldn’t fight off the comforting arms of sleep, even with the fresh sugar from my dad’s treats coursing through my veins.

Fight it. Fight it. Fight it. I tried to rally myself, but it was useless. My eyes closed and I couldn’t get them open again.

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I woke to the crackling of a radio dial not properly tuned to the right station, but close enough to where you still faintly pick up the chatter on the line. I wiped my eyes and mouth. Yawned and gave myself a minute to let the world come back to me.

“Miranda,” I heard a familiar voice crack through the car speaker right in front of me.

I shook my head. Tried to shake the cobwebs of sleep and my insane situation, but failed when I heard that voice tickle my cold ears again.

“Miranda.”

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