The phone call. I was finally relaxing

I was finally relaxing with my eyes closed in the numbness that precedes sleep, the last few hours had been really heavy; when, certainly inspired by an evil demon, the phone rings. I let it ring two, three times, convinced not to answer, then habit mixed with curiosity takes over.
* Yup? — growl into the microphone.
* Hi, how long does it take you to answer? — It was my wife who called me from Paris, where she had gone…