It happened late at night when I was lying in bed, scrolling through my phone and telling myself I would sleep soon. My eyes were getting heavy, but I kept scrolling anyway. Suddenly, my fingers relaxed, and the phone slipped straight down onto my face. The shock woke me up instantly, and the pain was just enough to remind me how bad my habits were.
For a moment, I stared at the ceiling, questioning my life choices. My phone survived without a scratch, but my pride was seriously injured. Even worse, I picked the phone back up and continued scrolling like nothing had happened. That day taught me an important lesson gravity never sleeps, and neither does my phone addiction. Shutdown123