The Next Morning
It was a Sunday morning, which meant no work. Gerrell was in his bed, asleep, for a change. He woke up to the sound of his phone, not his alarm. His phone had been going off for several minutes again and again. He squinted his eyes, wondering who was texting him so early in the morning. Gerrell’s eyes widened as he registered what was on his screen. His phone screen was cluttered with notifications from PayPal.