When you see a girl crying over her iPhone,
Teenage boys huddled around their devices,
Young adults seemingly talking to themselves as they walk down the street,
What's really going on in that small piece of glass that lights up a dark room?
It illuminates the wall of my room. It's past 10.
I can't sleep anyway, so I roll over and pick up my phone.
There's a list of notifications. I do what every teenager does at this time of night.
I unlock my phone.
We should be sleeping. We know it. Everyone tells us that.
We tell ourselves that. We get it.
But our brains work differently.
When I pick up my phone at night there are notifications. From my best friend, my ex, and my crush.
And it’s like a game. Who can I wait to respond to?
My ex, of course.
Who do I need to open right away?
Who do I want to open right away?