inertia
my brain was going, churning away.
i was in that odd sleep phase. i was having strange dreams about things that didn't relate to one another, and at the same time partly awake, wondering if i should fully wake up, and what that meant, and whether or not i should go to conference today. (i'm not going. i am playing hooky all week this week except tomorrow.)
the phone rang.
my brain kept going. is that the phone? am i dreaming? i wonder what time it is. my body did nothing. come on, open your eyes. i could only get one open. the clock said 0542. i wonder who's calling? is it that stupid solicitor that keeps calling? surely it's too early. i will yell at them for that. am i on backup call today? or no, it could be a wrong number. but if it isn't, and it's someone i know, then it must be important. oh wait, i almost forgot, i should move my arm and pick up the handset!
i picked up the handset. caller ID identified the caller as my friend anonymous. oh wow. i wonder what she wants. i can't remember what she was up to last night. i hope everything is okay. did she go out of town? what time does she get in to work? oh wait, i should answer the phone!
i pushed talk and mustered up my phone voice. "helloooo?"
i heard all kinds of weird noises. not pockety sounds, but harsh jostly almost clanky sounds. i smiled a half-smile (mouth muscles not awake yet) and hung up, and rolled back over in the bed.
my body went back to a useless, inert state. but my mind kept going. i pondered the possibilities. what sort of situations would cause my number to be dialed and all those sounds? i thought of lots of things; some of the ideas are bizarre and i shan't mention them but the one i liked the best was that her dog was chewing on her cell phone. actually her dog is a very good dog and wouldn't do that, but i liked the idea for some reason.
at that point i decided my brain needed to shut up so i could go back to sleep. and it did, so i did.
3 Comments:
darling c-bunny, when you casually mentioned 'your phone called me this morning,' i didn't realize you meant, at five-fricking forty two in the morning!! i am so sorry. it wasn't the dog, it must have been the purse, as i got in the car, on the way to the gym. at 5:42 in the morning. noble, i know. ;o)
2/08/2006 04:41:00 PM
no problem. one of the unfortunate things about sleep is that i'm rarely conscious to enjoy it. the phone call gave me the chance to truly enjoy that i could stay relaxed and snuggly in my warm bed.
and if i had been working today, i'd have gotten up at 0530 anyway. mine is NOT noble; it is unavoidable.
2/08/2006 04:51:00 PM
gasp!
so do you then give them the right number for the plumber?! because if not, then, well, then you're not nice. in fact, you would be the anti-nice!
2/10/2006 02:06:00 AM
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