This is the best feeling, she thought, after throwing herself on the bed. It was already night time. The time she loved the most. The time where everything seemed like a dream. The time when... She smiled, snuggling her blanket, looking at the ceiling.
Her phone rang. Was she dreaming it too? She really loved the ringtone. It was one of her favourite songs when she was alone in the middle of the night. She loved the lyrics, although they were so irrelevant with her situation right now. Or were they?
"(music) Honey why are you calling me, so late...?"
She would always answer the phone only after the word 'late'. That line was special. Maybe because there was only one person she intended the lyrics to. Maybe because she could indirectly call him 'honey', without anyone knowing. Maybe because the music was the tune she would want to wake up to. Maybe his voice was the tune she would want to wake up to. Maybe-
Fuck that, that's cheesy. She laughed.
She picked up the phone, not uttering any words. Because she always knew what the person would say...
"Where have you been, answering the phone so late!" He grumpily muttered. She could imagine his sulky face, like a child being refused a cotton candy.
"Excuse me, sir, but I have lotsa other things to attend to than your call." She laughed.
Like hell it's true.