11:52

No magic number, I confess… just another late night-calling card of my imagination (cause I know there’s no way you can really exist)

though you insist, yes, this might really be happening, as we talk night after night ‘til the dawn rises and we realize we were sleeping half the time anyway.
but it’s a gentle kind of sleep; the one not-so-deep incase I wake up and you’re gone, but the one where I can see you from a mile away as long as I can hear you breathing inandout, inandout
because if you stop and the illusion breaks, I’ll go back…to that lonely night where I just couldn’t say those three l i t t l e words…

Tonight we’ll put down the phones and say our goodnights, because despite kissing-dreams you still have to wake up in the morning.

(and through the line static)say

.
I’ll see you tomorrow…I promise