Early Morning Call
It was early morning, and I was deep in sleep when my phone buzzed loudly. Groggily, I reached for it and saw his name flashing on the screen. A soft smile crept onto my face, even in my half-sleep state.
Sliding the answer button, I mumbled, “Simbu?”
“Are you sleeping, Kannama?” he asked in his gentle voice.
“What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m sleeping,” I replied lazily, my eyes still half-closed.
“I just got home from the airport,” he said, sitting down in his study chair.
“Mmm,” I murmured, not bothering to open my eyes.
He chuckled softly, placing his phone on the study table. A moment later, he disappeared from the screen to change out of his uniform.
When he came back, he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. Even in my half-sleep, I couldn’t he
