this morning #269.

this morning, he took note of the contents of the note one final time before balling it up & lobbing it across the room into the corner trash can. it was on. no turning back. he picked up his phone & made the call. one ring. two rings. click. when he heard the voice on the other end say “hello,” he almost lost it. keeping it together was keeping him from crying but the thought of shattering somebody’s reality in the way that he was about to still made him nauseous. if he had it his way, he never would’ve read that note but he had & sharing was caring, so he had to fill his phone companion in. a massive alien invasion was happening at midnight. nobody could stop it. they were already here.