Of Midnight Calls

A cold warm night:
The clock struck the witching hour minutes back
A body tosses and turns on the bed in the corner of a little room
The body should have been asleep hours back
But a Friday night comes with concessions...of reading favourite blogs, of sneaking a look at the next chapter of an Archer book, of listening to rollicking Bollymusic, of dozing in a chair with the night light on, of keeping company with midnight...
Options run out and the tired body and sleepy eyes finally hit the pillow
A missed call: an olde code of bonding, of remembering...
A smiley received back
A sleepy haze takes over

A ring
A call
From a beloved

Disbelief for a span of a moment
Neverending giggles spanning minutes which seem like hours
Numbness at the end of status quo
An unwalked path
Delicious strangeness
Anticipation at this state of newness

Sleep thrown down
Silent giggles in the silence of the night
Soft smiles - will the morning confirm these happenings?
A night's sleep spent at the edge of a pillow

Scary, looked forward to, anticipated: Not the new state, but the new state with the same person, the same lovely beloved being - long known, long friended, long loved, of fluffy dreams, of single-mindedness to see their fruition...

To Joy...
All that I have ever said to you, I say all that back again :)
And I look forward to saying all that all over again and again...