This article was originally published at Silver Screen & Roll.
It’s around 2:00 a.m. on August 26, 2016 and I’m restless, unable to really sleep. Again. It’s been like this for weeks. My nightstand starts to hum, my phone is vibrating and lighting up to wake me from my half-slumber, half-haze state.
Under normal circumstances, I’d wonder who the hell is calling at this ungodly hour. These are not normal circumstances, though. I know what this is before I even pick up my phone to see that it is my mom who is calling me.