The Call

I settle in, dark and gloomy, alone in the quiet. I like being alone I tell myself. I can read and enjoy the peace. But deep down, I crave to be remembered. Am I the only one who sits in solitude? Does anyone really care?  And then you call...how are you, how was your day, anything new? We will be home late. Nothing deep or heavy or concerning...just a reminder that you remembered me. And it made me feel special.