Somewhere in an apartment, she is sleeping in a darkened room. With the windows closed and the doors shut tight. The phone next to her pillow lights up, but she is already in the land of dreams.
Somewhere in an apartment, a mother fiddles with her phone. She has talked to quite a few people today, just not with the one person she really wants to talk to. She contemplates calling, but doesn't want her child to wake up from what she hopes is a peaceful night of sleep.
It is morning now, and she wakes up to a plethora of messages on her screen. Somewhere in that pile, she seeks out a "Hope you slept well, honey." She lets out a sigh, as a smile forms on her lips. She types back "Yes, mum. I hope you did too."
A few hours later, she wakes up to find a single text on her phone. She cries a little and decides to call. After a few seconds, an automated voice says "The person you called is currently in a meeting. Please leave a message." So, she does. "I love you, honey."
Love is just a timezone away.
Staying away from home, on the other side of the world. Timezones limit conversation, but not the love.