I woke in a stupor. I’d been trying to stay awake.
There he was, dressing in the light of a single lamp,
long tee shirt and pajama pants.
“I need – ” I began. My brain was warm wax. “I need –
” – my Spanish, no –
” – my clothes, no –
“my – tea tree…”
I stopped. He laughed at me. I laughed too.
I’d been trying to say “phone”.
The word was in my head,
but every time I tried to say it
another took its place.
He got in and we settled under the blankets.
“Phone,” I said.
and fell asleep.