We could spend the night...watch the earth come up."
I pour myself another Martini and slowly doze on and off into a restless night. The flickering lights from my DVD player and my cellphone, meaningless little dots in a sea of blackness before, now haunt me and keep me awake as if they were radiant beams from a lighthouse...
Why the fuck can't I sleep when you're not here...
The room suddenly lits up as your picture comes up on my Blackberry's screen and the vibrating noise echoes in the room, quickly waking me from my light slumber.
"Hey you..." I say, in a half dead voice, moving the phone away from my ear long enough to see what time it is on the lit screen. "It's 3 a.m...is everything okay?"
"Hey handsome" you answer, your cute tone letting me know I need not to worry. "Everything's fine I just...missed you."
"I know the feeling" I say, laughing lightly. "when will you be home?"
"Two more days...I think in two more sessions I can cure this kid and go back."
"Oh good...only two more days feeling like crap." I reply, meaning no harm yet stating something you already knew: sleeping without you became almost impossible. I've gotten used to it. Your deep breathing calms me down and sends me off into dreamland faster than any ammount of Valiums I can take without drugging myself into a coma.
"Care for a drink?" I ask, putting you on speaker and reaching for the bottle.
"Nah...you know I don't like Martini" you reply, showing off how well you know me. I can almost hear you smiling over the phone... "But I'll join you with a smoke". The noise from the lighter's stone comes up on my side and I can picture you burning up those long, menthol flavoured cigaretes I hate.
"So..." you say, pausing for a drag, "how's the article coming along...almost done?"
"So far so good...this one you're gonna love to read. It's about a guy whose girlfriend leaves for a week and a half to go help some kids abroad and he gets drunk and brings a different girl home every night." I say, as I smile looking at my half filled glass before drinking from it.
"You know, you're not so funny over the phone..." you say, playfully.
"I know...it's one of those jokes you have to be here to get..."
We both laugh and share a silent momment as you take in another drag and I sip in another sip.
"I miss you..." you say, making me happily smile with those three simple words...
"I miss you too, beautiful" I reply.
"I just...needed to hear your voice. Sorry if I woke you."
"You didn't...maybe you'll even help me get a good night's rest."
"I'll see you in two days, handsome..."
"Can't wait..."
The light in my cellphone lits up on the nightstand, letting me know the call ended and I slowly put down the glass and head to bed. The half open window lets in a gentle summer breeze and my eyes get the best of me for a split second, finally knocking me out into a deep slumber...
Good night beautiful