She’d been dozing on the couch, dreaming of him, when the vibration of her cell phone startled her awake.

 “H-lo?” she answered, yawning widely.

“The dog has been walked,” a hushed voice whispered.

Her brain fumbled for the meaning of such a ridiculous sentence.

“What?”

“The parrot has learned a new phrase.”

She stifled a giggle. Dwight was so weird sometimes. She feigned ignorance.

“Huh?”

His tone heightened with urgency. “The Millennium Falcon has jumped into hyperdrive.”

“I don’t get it.”

“He found the jello,” he muttered, his voice deflated.

“Oh,” she giggled. “Thanks, Dwight.”

He grumbled and hung up.