call me again.

i dreamed that you called me.
i picked up a pay phone in central park, and your voice, altered, was there against a background of cars busier than late night new york traffic.
you began to sing, and played the tune from your iPhone or another gadget, and though i couldn't identify the song, it sounded familiar, and i smiled.
i was about to say your name to get you to stop when i started drifting out of the dream.
i worried in that moment that i wouldn't be able to go back into the dream to say goodbye to you on the phone.
holding indefinitely, still singing out of tune.

it's odd. how i can't stay awake late at night and fall asleep on you as you're talking to me, how i can't stay asleep to be with you even in my dreams.