I fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon. Sleeping in my clothes, tossing and turning. Underwire, belt buckle, denim. I woke up to the phone ringing, your voice, my voice, foreign and hazy and clouded with sleep. When you tell someone that you love them, when they just pulled you out of your dreams by your hair, time stops. Especially if you aren't expecting a reply. When they say it, if they say it, it starts up again.