[ WP ] It 's the middle of the night . Your iPhone starts ringing . You wake up . You 're getting a Facetime call from someone who died three days earlier .

I could hear a light buzz from somewhere off in the distance. The world of color and magic slowly faded before me, and my eyes popped open. Darkness. Of course. It probably was n't even midnight. 
 
 The buzzing continued. A light came from my side table: it was my phone. `` Who the hell could be calling at this time of night...'' I reached over, and tried to adjust my eyes to read the caller ID. I was about to answer it when something clicked in my brain. I took a second glance at the name. 
 
 *Dana Maxwell* it read. My best friend. Who's funeral I had only just returned from. No, it could n't be. I looked again, the name was the same. 
 
 `` Maybe a... different Dana Maxwell? What? No. That's ridiculous. No, no, it's probably some sick joke...'' Who would do such a thing, I did n't know. But at that point I did n't care. I was too tired and far too distraught to care. 
 
 I ignored the call, slightly disturbed, and tried to go back to sleep. 
 
 I fell in and out of dreams, all were disconnected, except for the fact that occasionally, in the middle of fighting off a dragon or falling off a cliff, I would pull out my phone and see that name again. 
 
 *Dana Maxwell. * 
 
 My mind would never wander too far away from that. It was really bugging me, just that quick 30 seconds of wakefulness followed me through hours of dreams. Finally, buzzing penetrated my mind again. This time I woke up immediately. I grabbed my phone, and, almost unsurprisingly, it read the same thing. 
 
 *Dana Maxwell. * 
 
 I took a deep breath, unsure of what to expect. 
 
 `` D-Dana?'' I said in barely a whisper, I could barely hear myself. Silence. I spoke up again, louder this time. `` Dana? Dana?'' 
 
 Still nothing. `` Dana, please.'' My voice began to crack. `` Dana, please say something!'' I continued on like that, pleading to my phone. Who knows how long I was like that. 
 
 Finally, I heard something on the other end... a faint sound... I was n't sure what it was. I strained my ears, but I could not identify the rustling... I was ready to give up. 
 
 Then a loud BANG! I jolted upright. I looked around, the sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains. 
 
 I turned to the left, and saw Dana lying there, fast asleep. She was my wife. She had n't died. It was just a dream. 
 
 I hugged her tightly, and silently cried to myself before falling back asleep for a few more hours. 
 
 *Under normal circumstances I'd probably take forever to edit just this tiny piece but it's late and I wanted to do this quickly before heading to bed. First creative writing I've done in a while, so hope somebody enjoys it. *
