2003-09-06 @ 11:55 p.m.
You're asleep, and on the line, for no apparent reason, but to assure me you're there.
You breathe, and you're there.
I hear the sounds of a soft slumber, and I picture your face. Eyes closed, lips parted, unaware of what's going on, sleeping.
Sleeping and breathing...
You breathe, and I know you're there.
I know you're there.
Tell me you're there...
Listening to: "The Martyr" by Cursive, playing itself, repeatedly, in my head...
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