I hung the phone up and looked at my clock. I didn’t make the cut off time I had anticipated for bed but it no longer mattered. Sleep seemed like such a waste of my valuable time but my body didn’t agree with my mind.
I lay still for a while going back over memories from a few years ago, when I avoided phones and especially conversations. Actually it was a hit and miss thing whether I would pick up the phone to talk to anyone. I kept so much hidden I didn’t have anything to really talk about.
Today I honestly can’t remember the last time I avoided a call. My take on it is that if someone is taking time out of their life to reach out to converse then I need to take a few minutes to answer.