Everything else was filed in his subconscious, that radio hum and that something else. All he heard was the reason he called, that soothing and beguiling voice, that calming and enthralling influence. Like petals, light and airy, her words fell, voicing an excuse in a blanket of ‘baby’s.

 

‘Baby, I am taking a walk, baby, can not talk right now, baby, I will call you when I get home, baby…’

 

His itch scratched he retired to bed. With a smile on his face his conscious bade him farewell, with his eyes closed his subconscious came to play. A walk in the middle of the night? So how come you heard the radio play? That something else was bated breath and all those ‘baby’s were uttered in guile.

 

With a start he awoke, bruised and battered where the petals fell.