Breathless. What time is it? It feels early. Are my contacts in? My left eyelid feels gummy. I reach for my phone. Thud. It knocks the side of the wooden bed frame. Hot breath. Humid. Which child is pressed against my back? I reach and grasp for the wire of the ear buds and grip the thin rubber between my index finger and thumb, and I slowly pull the phone toward my body; deliberately; careful not to pull the ear buds from the plug on the phone.