I still remember the first time we slept on call...The world was asleep, the streets outside silent, but her phone kept glowing on the window sill. It always started the same way: one small “hey,” and suddenly midnight opened like an unread book.
The chat went on for barely ten minutes, just enough for a joke, a secret, a smile, before one of them said what they both knew was coming: “Should we just call?”
He called, and the moment his voice reached her ears, the chaos inside her stilled. No matter how restless the day had been, he had a way of pressing pause on it all.
They spoke for a while, words weaving between laughter and silence. He teased her playfully, the kind of gentle mischief that only made her smile wider. It wasn’t harsh, never mocking, just soft affection dressed as banter, the kind that made her cheeks warm even though no one else could see.
His voice wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic; it was calm, steady, and warm enough to make her eyelids heavy. Before long, she would drift into sleep with the phone still pressed close, her last thought not of worries or tomorrow, but of how peace sometimes sounds like a person’s voice on the other end of a midnight call.
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We were on a video call just like in the movies.
We were both sleepy and we didn't want to cut the call and we kept facing each other even right before closing our eyes.
She was hesitant at first because she didn't like to fall asleep when someone was looking at her.
But I knew the moment I cut the call she will go back to scrolling reels so I insisted and she agreed.
We both were hugging and cuddling through the screens and dozed off.
I woke in the middle of the night to see that the call was still going on (didn't know my battery was this strong

I cut the call wishing a good night sleep to her and blew a kiss and turned the light off and went back to sleep smiling
