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The phone was ringing. Was
I asleep, so soon? What was the dream, fading around the edges at first,
into nothingness? The bed was warm, the sheets soft. It was dark outside;
it must have been late. For a moment, I thought she was beside me again, I
thought that I could feel her hair spilling off of her pillow into my
mouth. I licked my lips and they tasted like her skin. The dream continued
to fade. The phone continued to ring.
I reached over to the nightstand, knocking the phone onto the floor. I
still wasn't used to having it in the bedroom, where I’d moved it in the
hopes that she'd call. I didn't want to miss that call. It was hard to
focus; my eyes weren't cooperating with me, my reflexes were all out of
sync.
I retrieved the telephone from the floor, mumbling out an apology for all
of the commotion.
"I have the information that you're looking for," a woman said to me.
"Information?" I asked. "Who is this?"
"I organized a meeting you recently had in a parking garage. Do you recall
the situation that I'm talking about?" she asked me.
Things quickly came into focus.
"I do," I said. |
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