A Ring Tone in the Night

The early morning began with a text message: "I love you more than myself. I wish I was wrapped in your arms, our lips touching, our arms in an embrace; the feeling as if one is home… and wouldn’t be any where else in the world. Please come over. I know it’s late, but please try…

The man’s mobile phone rings in two tones one after the other.
This sound has become familiar, as he rests between sleep and wakefulness, a ring which announces the voice of the one he loves.

As it is terribly late, his arm reaches for the alarm clock, thinking or dreaming that it is time to rise and go to work. Opening his eyes he sees the time on the digital: 3:30. He realizes that his lover is awake, looking at the ceiling, wanting and needing him next to her.

He closes his eyes and wonders. As his sleep is deep, he slowly closes his eyes once again, forgetting about the message, willing his soul towards her.
Their dreams coincide, a difficult task though as natural as the sun rising in the mornings.

He loves her and wants her love.

Arriving though not in the flesh, he lays next to her listening to her heart and her breathing, seeing her beauty though never disturbing her sleep.

‘This will do.’ he ponders.