me

Today, I called my phone to get my messages. Calling one's self is always an odd experience. First, I forgot my own number. When I finally remembered it, it felt weird to be dialing it. As I let the phone ring, waiting for the answering machine, I couldn't shake this creepy feeling that someone would pick up.

It's my apartment. I live alone. But for an instant, I was convinced that someone was going to answer the phone.