Nov 25 2008
*Ring* At 2:58AM
The high ring a phone makes when you’re calling someone reverberates toward my eardrum. I squint my eyes as the light from my cell phone shines into them. I feel the blankets wrapped up in my body. These blankets are made to keep me warm. The insulate the air so that it repels the cold and retains the heat which is created from my body temperature. It serves almost like a blimp, holding air in while keeping other air out. Why can’t the blankets make me any warmer inside?This makes me think of beauty for some reason. Everyone does whatever they can to make themselves look better on the outside, but they fail to realize this does nothing for what is inside, for what truly matters.
It rings for the fourth time, and I begin to feel my stomach drop. She’s not going to answer…
“Hello…” Her tired voice sends a gust of heat throughout my phone. I feel my body temperature rise as if fire has been blown throughout my veins. I woke her up, I figured I would.
“You okay? What’s up?” She probably says this cause she saw the time and is worried I’m calling because something has gone wrong. Ironically, I feel as if it’s quite the opposite.
“I’m sorry,” I say, “I just didn’t think I could live another second without hearing your voice. Go back to bed.”
“Okay. I love you. Goodnight.”
How can her voice make me feel this way? I wish I could tell her the way she makes me feel, how much I love the way she makes me feel. I feel the knots in my stomache loosening, it amazes me that they still clench up when I hear her voice.
I roll over. The blankets seem to be holding in a lot more heat than they were a minute ago.
