It had been 2:45 am when I dived into the sheets of my bed.  And another ten minutes of me slowly drifting away in the refuge of sleep, my phoned had gone off once more just like it did months ago - on mu study desk , ringing and blinking with all its glory –  setting off the familiar, unfamiliar tune of my ring tone.

Someone was calling me.

Impossible. I had switched my phone and number months ago, giving it to no one except for close friends and relatives. And I was sure that no one would call me at this time of day.

And despite all the odds, I got up from bed, my head swirling with the sudden up and about. 

Grabbing my phone, I hurried fiddled with my hands to answer it.

On the phone right now was a familiar voice, apologizing for calling the wrong number.