She sits up in her bed
watching the red numbers on her clock slowly change
Minute by minute...
Looking, waiting, for her phone to ring
and hear you on the other line...
Her eyelids are getting weak
She begins to fall into sleep
The she hears the phone ring
"Hello" she says hoping it would be you
"Hey sweetie" You say
And she drifts into your loving tone of voice
Forgetting that she was tired. . .
