Its 2 AM, and I know you’re alone.
The whether here has been just ghastly, I have my laptop on my lap and I am busy at work, trying to write the great American novel from the confines of a greyhound bus. At least it leaves me some play space to try and think of something.
My mind is a blank, and it keeps returning to what an abysmal time the business meeting was. Why I would want to be in a room with four other men in a hot, stuffy office, discussing whether the Chicago Bears wanted emblazoned mugs to use as souvenirs, I’ll never know.
I’m crammed in the seat next to a fellow that must weigh 400 pounds easy, and sounds akin to a tranquilized bear.
I stand up and pull my coat aside from the compartment that it’d been shoved in when I sat down.
I pull out my raincoat and place it over my torso, trying to use it as a blanket of some sort. I look at my laptop, and disgusted, close it back up. The muse has gone to sleep like I should have. There are intermittent lights flashing back and fourth as I see drivers on the other side of the road. I try to shut my eyes once more, just as my seatmate decides that he wants to open his mouth and snore!
With a sigh, I lean my seat back as far as it will go, and try to snooze…
We both know that this is a losing battle.
My Cell phone is still in the pocket of my jacket and I flip it open. I see it as it lights up, a warm, fluorescent green.
I stare at it a few moments before I go ahead and press the memory button for our number.
It rings twice before you pick up on the third ring.
“H-hello?” Sleep has clouded your voice and made it hard for you to speak, and I smile to myself.
“Hi baby!”
You brighten up as soon as you hear my voice, instantly coming awake. “Hi there sweetie…”
“Hi. How was your day?”
“Ok.”
Ok?” I ask, what went wring?”
“Oh Jamie had a bad day at school today, and I think that Caleb has the flu or something?”
