When I came to, K was gone and my phone was ringing. I had meant to leave it off the hook. Normally the ringing wakes me with a seismic start, but this time I only oozed back into the real world.
It was Norf, the dated receiver creating a crackle throughout the conversation.
"You must need it bad," he said after pleasantries, "I sure as hell never expected to hear your voice again," he drawled.
"You didn’t hear it," I said. "Not ever."
"I’ll be thirty," he said, and hung up.
I pulled my head from the pillow and set my alarm for a half hour into the future, telling myself that I didn't 'need it bad', and that I would change my mind and not answer the door.
I left the phone off the hook.
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the titles that you choose for your posts intrigue me. I feel like I can't skip over what you've written...like I need to know why you chose it. thanks for finding me and leading me to this place.
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