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In the dream, his phone is ringing. He shifts, pushes his face into the couch and tries to ignore it. He ended up being at the office until late, feel asleep on the couch before he could make it into bed with Tom. His phone keeps trilling and the sun's slanting in through the window and he shifts, groping in his hip-pocket for it. He's got his arm across his face as he answers it.
"Hello?" he croaks, throat dry.
"Paul?" asks a woman, a distinctly familiar woman. "Baby, where the hell are you?"
He's so startled that he actually falls straight off the couch.
"Hello?" he croaks, throat dry.
"Paul?" asks a woman, a distinctly familiar woman. "Baby, where the hell are you?"
He's so startled that he actually falls straight off the couch.