The call
She waits for his call, the way she always used to.
She awoke with a start. It was 5:55am. Exhaling in a half frustrated, half indulgent groan, she sank back into the new winter sheets she had just pulled out three days ago. The season was changing. Outside, Fall was making its graceful exit and the gritty cold winds of Winter were approaching. Four months it had been, and yet it was with her. 'Wake up 5 minutes before My call' he instructed her. He had no authority over h...