Okay BYE everybody, goodnight! ❤ I typed into the chat. I watched as my line bumped up again and again from replies.
bcuz u suk >.<
goooodnight!
BAE, UNTIL TOMORROW!
she doesnt suck you homo
I closed the chat-screen with a smirk and then ate the final bite of my toast — white bread, generous butter. The ache in my knees begged that I finally unpretzel them, which is usually how I gauged when bedtime was, so I unfolded myself from the chair; my bare thighs made a thhwweet sound as they peeled slowly from the fake leather. Even in my periphs as I took my plate to the kitchen was it easy to see the bright pink welts I had caused myself.
Stiff and with a yawn, I checked the stove and doors and then back to the computer to shut it down, but . . . my message notification blinked.
I opened it.
Hey 😀 I saw you in the chat.
So you like to write?
I rested against the chair.
I do! Why do you ask?
I read through some of
the posts you put up.
Immediately mortified, I pull up my recent posts. They’re all flowery, journal-entry-esque poetic ramblings.
Oh, haha, they’re all stupid but thanks.
No, they’re not stupid
I think they’re great!
Thanks. The recent one is
about Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Do you like Shakespeare?
Duh.
I live like thirty minutes from
where he was born.
I blinked as my brain computed.
You live in England?
Before he could respond I clicked to his profile and scanned a few, very England-looking, pictures of building-lined roads or moody pastures. He replied by the time I clicked back.
Yeah.
That is so cool!
My body had re-pretzeled without realizing.
Have you been to his house?
Yeah, I have been.
Hey, can I tell you that I think
you are really pretty?
Oh, thanks.
I clicked back to his profile photo: blonde hair, blue eyes. Nice teeth.
You’re handsome.
Thank you.
So do you read Shakespeare?
Is it weird that he is so
famous and lived so close?
It is interesting.
I haven’t read anything
since school, though.
Yeah, me either.
I yawned.
Well, I am heading to bed.
What time is it even there?
Really early.
What are you doing up so early?
What are you
doing up so late? 😛
Lol, just couldn’t sleep.
Okay goodnight!
Can I talk to you later?
Sure!
I shut the computer down, padded along the carpeted hallway to lean in to the baby’s room — sound asleep — and then on to my bedroom where I crawled into bed beside my snoring boyfriend — whom hadn’t looked at me in days; talked to me in weeks; and had never read anything I ever wrote.
The space between us on the bed felt really far.
I wondered how far England was.
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