Usually when you take the liberty to physically call someone in a century where it is taboo to not text, that person means a great deal to you. I make about 10 to 15 phone calls with my boyfriend each day. Now don't misunderstand me when I say that each one of our phone calls are always interesting and I adore each individual one but the ones that truly fill the great void in my heart are the goodnight calls. These calls can end in two ways. 1) Little ol' me falling asleep on the phone with Brad and him saying "good night, sweet dreams" "Oh, I love you." (Or vice versa) or 2) When he calls me and we end up falling asleep on each other. I can't speak for Brad but why I love these calls the most is because even though I can't be with him physically, I can still be connected to him.
See, Brad knows that I have a horrifically hard time sleeping. I don't have insomnia, I just hate being vulnerable. I end up waking myself up in the middle of the night because my mind fights my body to wake up while i'm sleeping. So i'll randomly twitch, kick, or jerk and on top of that, I start to breath super fast and make whining noises like i'm having a nightmare. Well, if I feel safe then I will fall asleep in a heartbeat and don't experience these trials of resting my emerald eyes. Brad knows he makes me feel safe so therefore, he will call me so I can sleep. Sometimes he'll count my breaths on the phone or talk sweet to me while I'm off in my dream land. Phone calls with your best friend are the best.
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Shifted Tides
Teen FictionHere's a bunch of my opinions and daily life of a character who coincidently sounds very similar to me.
