She picked up her phone. On its screen was written "One Missed Call". She checked who the number belonged to, and it was his'. She felt sorry for not answering, so she sent a message --telling him to call again.
"Message Sent!", as the phone's screen flashed.
She lay her phone on the cold floor, and she followed too. She placed her legs in front of her stomach, looking like a fetus. Her hands, clasped, served as her head's pillow, against the marble platform.
She suddenly realized that she was waiting. Waiting for a call. She never did this until this time. And inside her head, she was wondering if she was falling. Falling again.
"Message Sent!", as the phone's screen flashed.
She lay her phone on the cold floor, and she followed too. She placed her legs in front of her stomach, looking like a fetus. Her hands, clasped, served as her head's pillow, against the marble platform.
She suddenly realized that she was waiting. Waiting for a call. She never did this until this time. And inside her head, she was wondering if she was falling. Falling again.