Soft Susurrations

(This is a somewhat random picture, but I’m counting it as a TRP)

Her voice
Ebbing and flowing like waves of a calm sea
Marks the passing of a nap like the tick of a clock.
She’s with friends in another room,
Sharing the comfortable thoughts
Of a social creature
Until
Silence.
He sits up, fully awake.
What is wrong?
Her voice returns.
Oh. A pause in the conversation.
He rolls over and sleeps.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.