The phone was ivory white. My hand was more a pinkish tone, but I still stared at the juxtaposition between the two and picked out colors to paint the walls some time. My fingers arched and flexed in the air above the phone. I studied my nails, the shape of my fingers, and the patterns that my skin had grown since birth. It was fascinating.
"I should really have called you sooner, but I've been so busy!"
I spoke to her for one minute, twenty-seven seconds. I looked at the timer as I hung up. I never called again. I leaned back in the chair and decided that I had too much to do.