01-21-03 - 8:18 a.m.
he calls from a pay phone outside a denny's in ft. lauderdale and it's 6am his time, 3am mine, and i answer groggily, figuring it's a drunken guest locked from a room, but it's him, missing me desperately, and i snuggle happily down into the covers for a sleepy chat, thinking; this is the stuff of movies. lucky me.