The Shift

Ding, ding, ding. My phone is on the table. I haven’t answered anyone yet. I haven’t answered anyone all morning. I remember things. I spilled cereal that morning. That’s when the shift started. I looked around. Someone is saying things. Bird seed spilled on the ground. Which reminds me. Of being able to fly. A past life and I. Ding, ding, ding. I turn off my phone at night. But still. The sound. A shift. Lying down and hovering above the sheets. I turn off the light again. I turn off the light again. I turn off my phone again. I haven’t answered anyone all week. I could throw my phone in the ocean. Except I don’t live by the ocean. Evil laughter ensues. Crying is something they don’t know about. But I think they are investigating me. I could sleep at night. They don’t care though so why bother? A shift. It could have started yesterday. I used to sleep. Ding, ding, ding. I have 36 unread messages. I counted them all.