A Dream

[readingredhead]

I'm back at home, and it's the fifteenth of July. I look at my watch, just to check and make sure -- yes, I'm right, it's the fifteenth. But maybe that doesn't count as the "middle" of July, exactly -- July has thirty-one days, so maybe at the middle of the night tonight the call will come. But that would even be later for her, since she's in Ontario and a few time zones ahead...

My mind wanders, waiting, wondering, wanting nothing more than the interruption of the telephone to confirm -- what is is? A dream? A miracle?

Or maybe a nightmare. Maybe it won't be what I've always wanted. A call, a voice on the other end. Sorry, it was a really good first try, but we had to be picky, we could only accept so much. You're really talented, though, try again next time! And then the call's over and my dreams are over with it, no, not the way I wanted it to go at all. Maybe I really shouldn't be waiting for the phone to ring.

Maybe it would be better if I held this vigil in front of the computer, with my inbox open, waiting for the letter, because do I really expect a call? I mean, they asked for the phone number...but am I that important?

Yes, I am, to me, but to others it remains a mystery.

So I get up from the couch, sigh, turn on the computer at my desk, sit down in the chair that I have missed all these weeks away, and wait for the opening sequence, hear the hard drive begin to whir --

-- only to be interrupted by the dulcet tone of the telephone beside me, ringing.

Comments

[pippins-smile.livejournal.com]

Oh wow... good luck to you. =)q