2am Thoughts
The bright red numbers on the clock said it was 2am. It was 2am, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about my conversation with her. Begrudgingly I turned towards my phone, its sleek case reflecting a cherry glow. If I turned on the phone now: I would surely be up in the wee hours of the morning. If I didn’t, I would be plagued with dreams about just one more conversation. The reflection changed.
It was now 2:10am and I haven’t fallen asleep. I reached out and grasped my phone. The cool plastic case both comforted and troubled me. I have an essay to write: the subject matter being one of the courses I disdain the most. I’ve procrastinated. The teacher gave me one more day. And me being me, I didn’t write a single word. If I open this can of worms now I will most likely oversleep and fail.
I rationalize with myself for a moment, everything I’ve detailed makes perfect sense. Therefore, I should turn off the phone and roll over.
Yet my fingers have already opened the app and I’ve already seen her reply.
GirlFoundBuriedInEssays 11:07 pm
Haha I swear they’re going to kill us with these projectssss. You can revive my grades when you become a doctor right?
CoffeeDrunkZombie 11:10 pm
I’d do anything to keep you’re heart safe!
GirlFoundBuriedInEssays 11:12 pm
Smh you would end up eating it after being poisoned from all the coffee.
The corners of my lips began to lift until I smiled ear to ear. One last message and I’ll go to sleep. One more.
CoffeeDrunkZombie 2:37 am
I love you
With mixed emotions I set my device on the nightstand. My fingers are shaky and I feel oddly queasy, I wondered for a brief moment if I was sick. Then I realized it was because I told her how I felt. My face goes ghostly white mixed with a harsh shade of red. I told her- I texted- Oh no no no no no. I’m not going to get any sleep! She’s going to delete my number! I won’t be able to focus on my essay! I’ll bomb the essay! Fail the class! I won’t become a doctor! A flash of light interrupts my rant. She’s responded. My room gets flooded with a brilliant white and then goes dark again. I sit still. She’s seen it, she’s typed something back, and I’m about to witness the beginning of the end.
My hands quiver and shake violently as I touch my bringer of doom.
GirlFoundBuriedInEssays 2:50 am
Not as much as I love you. Now get some sleep or else you’ll look like me.
It’s now 3:32 am and I’m just getting to sleep. My long blonde hair is messy, I can’t stop biting my painted nails, and I look like a vampire covered in tomato sauce. However, it’s the best I’ve ever felt as reality had become sweeter than any dream I could hope to have.