Yet again, joy of an unexpected gift filled the early hours of the morning. A joy despite annoyance of being shaken awake when the rest of my world was asleep. A joy of a surprise phonecall and an even more surprising gift.

The usually pleasant ringtones of my cell jarred on my ears, rudely rousing me from slumber. The word "blocked" mocked at me from the screen. Still groggy and sleepy and mildly annoyed at my beauty sleep being ruined, I grudgingly answered, about to voice my frustrations at the terribly disconcerting interruption when the strains of an all too familiar melody in the background gave away your identity. A tiny smile twitched at the corners of my mouth at this unveiling. Lamenting the disturbance amidst the impossible denial of a warmth seeping inside, silently pleased yet not wanting to allow you the pleasure of knowing it, I attempted the role of ice princess, forgetting that you know me all too well to be fooled by my icy facade. Thanks to you, rest and sleep became history as our conversation lapsed into hours, spinning off from the eerily familar lyrics and the strangely comforting tune which lodged themselves into my mind. No more loose ends left.

Your voice was truly a pleasure. But also a pain when I'm in desperate need of rest and sleep. But just so you know your gift made my night. Or should I say day. So thanks for the unexpected gift. Seriously unexpected, even for you my boy.