The blackout

I was sitting in my living room, reading an article to my mum that was being screened on the television in front of us. It was a normal day with a silver lining of sandwiches for dinner. I am someone who takes her carbs seriously, many of it. I was about to disconnect the screen mirroring and join our usual Kdrama marathon when my lit world blacked out. It didn't make any sad voices nor did it vibrated its last breath. It just went black leaving behind a reflection of my huge concerned eyes. 

In desperation, I pressed all the four buttons in all the combinations just to find that it was still alive underneath the facade of death. With a spark of hope in my eyes I plunged the phone to its life support, charger. It made the depressed beep of being connected and threw a bright red light on my lap from its rim around the camera, but reluctant to revive it laid there in unconsciousness. 

My mum was worried and frustrated while I was focused to bring it back to life to feel any emotions yet. As a year old owner there weren't many things I could do but without losing hope I reached all the way to another side of the sofa. The kind old cellphone eager to be of help gave an enthusiastic call. My heartbeats rang with each beep of connecting call and in a moment the phone on death bed let out a bright ringing sound. My whole world blazed up apart from one thing: it's screen. 

Accepting the sad reality my mum laid on the cold floor and I logged into wattpad to let my world know about this debacle. As I got hit by all the pending emotions, a little angry that they had to wait for this long. Concern, worry, anxiety and the cruellest longing. Longing to text people, longing to scroll through bird app and longing to look at those saved files that I haven't opened once since saving.

After an hour of the debacle, we recovered enough to watch a movie. It took us 1 hour and 15 minutes to actually start enjoying while that lovely sandwich felt heavy in the pit of my stomach. We went to bed early with the hope of tomorrow. 

At five in the morning, I was woken up from a restless sleep as the alarm didn't give in to those four buttons. My crush's voice kept speaking through the phone, without a moment of rest, "Good morning~ Get up~ won't you get up?" It has to be snoozed on its own at some point, I told to my confused mum. My crush kept trying to wake us up with his sweet voice, not being able to see the sleepless eyes through the blackout. After some long minutes, the morning went back to its silences and went to grab a glass of water. The water hadn't even met my throat yet when the death bell of an alarm, which once used to be the sweet sound of my crush blasted through the bedroom. 

My mum went back to her routine with the mental preparation to hear this until we reach our last hope, mobile repairing store. I reminded myself of whose voice it is and tried to go back to sleep. The sleep pissed off from my lack of love refused to take me back, so I waited until the phone suddenly went silent. I froze up in and held my breath not wanting to provoke it again until I was sure that it has forgiven us for today.

I took a fresh breath of air and wrapped my arms around a pillow ready to flirt my way back to sleep. After some serious apologizing I was standing at the threshold of a peaceful sleep when I was dragged back with the backup alarm. "Good morning~ did you had a good sleep? Let's get up." said my oblivious crush and I couldn't help but giggle.

Next morning, we went to the cellphone doctor and showed our tiny blacked out baby. After a thorough check-up and promise of same day return, we were asked to leave as our youngest member of the family went through a heart transplant. 

Now, after months of operation, it is living its bring life. Who knew excessive love could be this harmful.