Railroad spike

The phone calls stopped at 3:30am. The silence was like pulling a railroad spike with the rail-road still attached from my head. But then again, what if it was important? What if I missed something? It was probably nothing, right? Still, why did they stop calling? did something happen? Was someone in trouble, in the middle of nowhere, or worse, in the middle of some place the shouldn’t be, and now it was too late, their cell phone died, or the killer caught up to them, or abducting aliens, or zombies or or or. God, make it stop. Ah, thank you, the phone is ringing again. Time to replace the railroad spike and get back to pretending I’m asleep.