Your voice on the phone instantly calms me.
Swirling lists of things I think I have to do before the sun sets...
Before the sun rises...
Settle into patterns on the carpet
Like the long rays of winter sun though the kitchen window
I lose myself in your voice
and allow the sound to wash over me.
Smooth
Warm
Caressing tones
Sometimes missing the words, hearing only the music
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