Sunday, July 26, 2009

I wrestled with my thoughts on my bed, 5 am early this morning, dying for sleep.

I heard the startling vibration of my phone on my headboard. I reached up for it, scratched my head about who could possibly be texting me at the dead of the morning.

It read:

"Damn, I miss you."

I smiled to myself for a moment, and immediately fell fast asleep.

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