Another fun-filled evening on the telly with my crony Rachel. We talked of almost everything (as we do most late nights) and that particular night there was a thunderstorm outside of my window. Two hours into my future Rachel was at her home in Kansas mulling over her evening and thinking outloud. I love it when we can do that.
The lights were off in my room and my window was open. The lightning danced in front of me and I began to doze off. In the middle of a sentence I heard myself say words I didn't mean to say,
"They just need clean up their toys, they should just clean up their toys." As soon as I had said it we both stopped talking and Rachel said with a grin. I really should leave work at work.
"What did you just say?" We both burst into hysteric fits of laughter.
"That's it, you can never make fun of me for falling asleep on the phone because you...you just SPOKE in your sleep on the phone...about nothing subject related!" She said through her audible laughter.
I laughed too, turned on my light and said goodnight to my thunderstorm.
I miss my pal. Rachel, come to visit soon please.
1 comment:
this reminds me of so many late nights. sleep has a beautiful way of intoxicating you, if you only let it.
k.
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