After working through the entire night, I picked up the phone this morning at 6:30am to wake up my partner in crime so that she could finish up the last of the 50+ page lab report.
(Unfortunately, she was totally passed out, did not hear the phone and did not get up until about three hours later. But I don't blame her, because our other partner had also passed out on his keyboard and I was totally disoriented for the entire day.)
While dialing the number, it struck me that I have not made a phone call so early in the morning for some two years...
There is something special about waking someone up and hearing their sleepy voice. At that moment, they are so half asleep, so unaware, so vulnerable, that it's like you're talking to a child. Along with that, you can picture them half consciously holding the phone while still curled up in bed. That soft, lazy voice has a way of making you smile. Perhaps, because of that, there is a very sweet feeling about it...
And, perhaps, it's the thought or wish of actually being there that makes it so intimate....
Can I have that honour again?
Please?
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