“Hi, Maga. It’s Abby.”
“Hello there.” Maga’s voice was slow and slurred.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry!”
“Well, it’s nightfall, so it’s time to go to sleep.”
“Okay, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to say hello.”
“I love hearing your voice. Thank you for calling.”
I know she won’t remember this tiny blip of a conversation, but I wonder if it’ll infiltrate her dreams?
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