Morning phone conversations.

Setting: In bed. Phone rings at the MOST UNGODLY hour of 5AM. It is a damned blocked number. Hate those, but must answer because curiousity hasn't killed this cat - yet.

Me, disgruntled and hungover: Who is it?

Unidentified male voice, somewhat playful in tone: I had a dream about you.

Me, pissed off: Who the fuck is it?

UMV: I had a dream about the two of us, and we were naked..

Me, really really pissed off, especially since I can't identify the voice: Dammit, who is it?

UMV: Guess...

Me, do I look like I'm in the mood for games?: It's 5 in the fucking morning, I'm not playing any guessing games.

UMV: Come on, just take a guess..

Me, not budging: I'm going to hang up now if you don't tell me who it is.

UMV: Baby, it's Mike.

Me, after having gone through her mental list of Mikes and realising that none have this voice: Mike who?

UMV: You don't recognise me?

Me, at the end of her rope: Goodbye.

UMV: Is this Julie?

Me: What the fuck? No. Go away.

And really, sometimes I miss the satisfying BANG that you get when you slam a conventional phone down on its receiver. The little disconnect button on one's cell phone doesn't quite do the trick.