Life In The World Wind

There was a ringing in my dream, a ringing in my sleep. The phone yelled for me to wake up. I thought the ringing was my head. On some uncountable reverberation of a caterwauling, chalkboard-enhancing echo, I attempted to seize my tormentor. I failed, knocking the phone off its cradle.

Sitting nearby, the phone made a sound like a human voice. "Hello." I had my doubts of it actually being a human since I have a higher opinion of the basic goodness of man than to believe a being would deliver s