Rainy Days Don't Matter

I stare down at the pillow through tear-filled eyes, the crisp white reduced to a dull grey in the darkness. I have my phone in my hand; I keep flicking between two numbers, indecisive as always. I highlight one number, hover my thumb over ‘call’ until the backlight fades from inactivity. The suddenly cast shadows draw my attention away from the pillow again and I look back to the phone, flick to the other number as the display lights up eagerly.

I sigh and rub at my eyes with the tissue I hold balled up in my hand. Must I always go through this? I can’t call the person who’s causing the tears – it’s 12:30am, and I know he was shattered at 10pm – if I call, even in this state, he’ll grumble. I don’t think I could stand that.

I stare at the second number – the alternative. He’s said I can call any time. So far I haven’t taken him up on that offer. I always have this fear of inconveniencing people – even with something they’ve offered sincerely, selflessly. Maybe now would be a good time to take advantage of his offer. The tears have almost stopped, but still – I think hearing a friendly voice will do me good.

Thirty minutes of thinking myself in circles, and I push ‘call’. He answers, I talk, he responds – he makes me laugh. His voice, smooth and rich, permeates my senses. Suddenly I’m happy. With friends like him, rainy days don’t matter.


(Thought I'd start up a normal blog again (aside to my writing one). Life seems to be settling down, with some exciting things happening... anyway, I'll see how it goes!)