Bright light floods my eyes. Bright, bright light.
I raise my hand to shield them. What’s happening?
“The helicopter,” I whisper weakly. “For the drowning. The shipwreck.”
“Where’s your phone?” My boyfriend asks.
“Here, here,” I press it into his arm.
He turns off the flashlight feature on his phone and plugs in mine to charge.
“Good night,” he says, crawling under the covers.
He saved me…
…from waking up to a dead phone in the morning.
bright light photo via Public Domain Pictures