[ WP ] You wake up to two messages on your phone from an unknown number . The first is a picture of you . The second : `` Run . ''

What's that racket? A dump truck? At this time in the morning? Those things could n't be louder if they tried. What's a guy got to do to get a decent night of sleep? 
 
 I roll over to the side of my bed. A half empty bag of chips crunches below me. I'm sure they're still good... 
 
 What day's it? Tuesday? Wednesday? 
 
 I reach for my phone to check the time. 
 
 It's only 11:55. I should get back to bed. I mean... I can still grab a few more hours of sleep before hunger will force me up. 
 
 Two messages. Might as well check'em out. 
 
 An unknown number? Not surprising, I've got what? four contacts saved? 
 
 Hmm, have n't seen that photo in a while. Damn I used to be skinny. Well, skinnier at least... 
 
 `` Run: )'' That's got to be mom. Does she really think she can force me to change to something that suits her? She needs to learn she ca n't just mold me into whatever she wants... 
 
 I should probably eat those chips before they go stale... 
 
 I wonder if I could get back into the same dream. 

