the vibrating on my pillow, startles me, causes me to hold my breathe.
leasing my breathe once i answer, its just my boy, the one i call baby.
i stay up for his call, until i can't wait anymore, the waiting is like a needle repeatedly gabbing me in my hand, i want to shake it off but it doesn't go away.
the call is like a cup of warm milk for a antsy child, the present on christmas day, i can't wait to open it but i know its not going anywhere and the give won't change anytime.
we talk on the phone until our eyes close on us, trying to stay up longer than the next, just the feeling of sleeping on the phone with you is enough ease me into a dreamland of bliss happiness.
the sound of your voice, groggy and horse puts me to sleep as if your next to me, the sweet nothing you whisper into my ears through the speaks send shivers down my spine.
it is as if i am next to you in your arms, having you rock me to bed like a loving mother her newborn.
all i can do is wait till you come home back to me baby.
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