Working, I forget to focus, think about a broken light and last night's dream. Someone's calling. I hear the phone's far-off ring, answer it mechanically as I've been trained with smiling voice and careful repetition of the facts, every piece confirmed and spelled and double-checked. And then, I stumble sleepily and pinch myself awake. It's cold in the early morning. I'm too easily tempted by drowsy, day-dreamed warmth.