Late night phone calls are something I've sorely missed. Something is intrinsically comforting about speaking to each other in hushed tones. The voice on the other end of the line might as well be anonymous, you feel comfortable telling it anything. You can speak to the idiocy of getting married, or recollect favorable past experiences. At moments when it seems like we should be growing up or moving on, this is a welcome anchor of teenage years. Something of an escape, similar to the comfort of a warm bed, the same bed I was roused from at five this morning.