3am

Somebody called me at 3 in the morning and hung up when I answered them.

I am not terribly pleased with this individual.
I can't remember the last time I've gotten a good phone call at 3 am.
3 am calls (with drunken antics as an exception) are generally the calls of emergencies, illnesses and death... as was going through my head when I realized what was going on.

Once whoever hung up (an unknown number), I had to sit there and do deep breathing to calm myself down from the anxiety that had developed in a matter of seconds when I realized that the phone had woken me up at that time of night.

(and please, no one suggest that I have some weird phone stalker. One phone call does not a stalker make. And, as an overcatastrophizing woman living on her own, I don't need such thoughts placed in my head)