It's one of those days where you find yourself a worrywart.

As silence only reeks wilds thoughts of questions,
"what if something happened to her"
Your heart pounds a million times faster
Realising that perhaps you'll never see her again.

You fluster and then you rationalise.
Perhaps.
(you are just being too worrisome)

Then you pick up the phone.
Hoping that somehow a voice would be heard on the other side.

Only to know that it's simply because she matters.

(wipe sweat off brows & adjusts in her chair recovering from the fluster)

What are you thinking about?
I'm still cool.

she spoke at
11:38 PM