Call Me

Once upon a time....

She’s tired. She spends her evenings staring at the ceiling. Part of her wants to sleep. The other part, the part that is winning this battle, just wants him to call. And even though every logical fiber within her knows that he would never call in the middle of the night, she still stares straight ahead, wondering what it will be like when he finally does.

And miles away, he sleeps soundly.

~Nadine, writing in third person, old journal