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It was only minutes and counting until I could see him again…

My phone beeped wildly on my dresser, as I pulled a brush through my long hair for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. My new phone was an upgrade, in a stunning dark boysenberry-pinkish color, but I was barely able to work out how to use it, let alone reply to all these messages coming in tonight.

I knew some would be from Reemée, my older sister. Alezmé and I had been spending the last few weeks with her while Abe was in Arizona. It hadn’t been that long ago since Abe had shared the awesome news that he was moving from Arizona to LA this weekend, but it had been the pain of separating from him that had initially led me to want to spend more time away from my own home, and more time in Malibu with family. And it had also been nice to see Reemée spending more quality time with Alezmé.

The sound of my phone beeping also reminded me of an intense dream I’d had last night. There had also been a sudden change in scenery in my dream that had almost made me wonder if I’d had two separate dreams, or if they were intertwined.

In my dream I’d woken up in my familiar bedroom and saw that my room was filled with an ambient sunny glow, radiating as sunshine poured through the open windows through gently moving curtains. But suddenly the sunny day in my room had turned into a dark, raining night. The bedroom windows were now closed and the curtains weren’t moving anymore. Nothing seemed to be warm or moving anymore and I remember feeling saddened with the change in environment.

I’d looked around for a light switch to turn on. Or the outline of my bedside table lamp to touch to cause some light to shine in the darkness that seemed to be trying to invade with every tiny moment that had drifted through the concept of time in my dream.

…I could hear my phone ringing.

I looked in the direction of where the sound was coming from, glanced across my bedside table, bedspread, and then searched for my handbag in the dim light.

My phone stopped ringing, but I found my handbag on the floor near the front end of my bed and rustled through it in hope of finding it. The ringing then started again, but the sound wasn’t coming from my handbag.

“Kitty, babe…” I heard someone leaving a message.

Was I hearing my landline voicemail…from my phone in my room, or the in the kitchen? I wondered.

“…are you th-?Please pick up, Kira…” The voice sounded like it was Abe’s and he was pleading for me to pick up. What was happening that Abe needed to connect with me so urgently? I wondered as I searched further for my phone.

“…honey, please p…up…you’re going to be o…”

I followed the muffled voice that cut in and out before stopping altogether, before my phone started ringing again.

Great! I could hear it coming from under my bed, and as I lay on my side I could see the glow from my phone lighting up, confirming where it was. I tried to stretch my arm out as far as I could, and then attempted to stretch my hand out further but it was only just out of reach. I stretched my arm and then hand out further again, but then my hand began re