Heavy eyed and slow voiced

I had reason to call a friend this morning before he was properly up. The slow, drowzy speech, combined with the lower pitch that one hears from people in that state reminded me that I love talking with people who are barely awake. Voices get quieter and softer and everything feels more personal, more intimate. For a few minutes, the world drops down to two people.

It's a pity that it would annoy the bejeebers out of most of my friends if I called them very early on a regular basis. But the serendipitous moment is better than the orchestrated one anyway.