Charles Hancock

An audible disturbance reverberated in the wee hours.
Lurching out of bed, my eyes squinting and my body weary.
Oh joy, the railroad is needing me on this morning dreary.

Fumbling with the phone in the dark, I dropped it twice.
Clearing my throat, I answered it, sounding barely alive.
The caller mumbled something at oh-four-thirty-five.

Shuffling to the sink to slosh cold water on my face.