the sleeping pill

he calls me up everynight but he doesn't have anything in particular to talk about. we "talk" for about two hours until he gets sleepy... which is actually me doing all the talking and rambling and him eating his midnight snack and watching tv and "mmhmm-ing" to the stuff i say and sporadicaly sharing some of his thoughts every now and then. sometimes we don't say anything at all for about 10 minutes. i'm staring into space or trying to get sleepy and i can hear the tv on on his end. basically, he just calls me as if to spend the last minutes of consciousness with me before he dozes off. i think it's awully sweet even if it is kinda odd. it's kinda like we're lying next to each other... only we're not.