Candy Conversations

"It's getting late," he said. "Shouldn't you be going to bed?"

As if on cue, I let out a yawn. I tried stifling it to despairing failure. "I guess," I conceded. "My cell phone battery's running out as well. I think it needs to go to sleep, too."

He laughed lightly. "All right then, Princess," he said. "Have yourself a good night's sleep. I'll call you again tomorrow."

In bed, I shifted my body to the right as my left side has completely lost feeling.

"Okay, Mr Stingy Smiles," I retorted.

I heard him smile over the phone.

"Why do you insist that you never smile?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know," he replied. "I was never really the smiling type."

"So you mean to tell me that during this whole conversation we had, you never smiled once?"

Oh come on!

"A few times -- " he answered.

"Hey, not a bad start, right?"

"A few times I may have stopped smiling."