it was a rare feeling. and it was your rare shade. over a phone call. amidst the crickets of midnight. that voice of yours that sounded far from its usual vivacity. and i couldn’t think of any word to utter. yet i was there. not one bit of boredom. you were as talkative as you always were. but tonight, it was different. tonight, your voice was so soothingly soft, so calming and so sweet as you tell a story that hasn’t happened yet—the story you wish for us.
