Talking on the Phone in Another Reality

Dear 1259:

The strangest thing happened today.

I called you and you answered. You were not enthusiastic to speak to me, as I expected. But you talked to me, regardless. Finally, I was able to get you to forgive me for making foolish choices that made you upset with me. Then our conversation continued brilliantly. You finally told me how your life was going. You asked me about mine. We exchanged sentences almost like.. The old days. We became engrossed in the conversation.

The next thing I knew... I was laying on my bed, staring at the wall. I was talking incoherently. I looked to my hand that was pressed to my ear. There was no phone in it. It was only a dream. This upset me as I realised that reality had struck once again. I went back to sleep in a saddened state.

I visited you. I spoke to you and you laughed. You became angry for some reason, and then you explained how you didn't like it when I called you pregnant. I retorted, "But I never said that !" These nonsensical arguments continued, but we were both in high spirits. Your smiling face was the most memorable thing. When it was time to leave, I drove home, smiling brightly.

After arriving at home, I suddenly did not remember if I had seen you. I frantically asked my family and friends what I had done that day. None of them seemed to know. I felt as if everyone knew and was keeping me in the dark. I was so unsure of myself. I felt like maybe I had imagined seeing you and that it never happened. There was only one way to find out. I returned to your house to find it completely empty. I called you but you did not answer. My mind swam as I tried to remember what had transpired.

Once again, I awoke to the real world. Reality. Nothing had happened. No wonderful visits. No phone call. I looked at my phone as I held it in my hand.

"This is real life," I said.

I called you, 1259. You did not answer. I left a voicemail. I hope that you will call me back.

I miss you, you know.

Sincerely,

Wolf Schröder