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23:26 I'm asleep in my bed.
I don't hear the sms he sends, so I keep dreaming, worrying in my sleep about all the things that are happening before my belated 19th year since birth day.
I awake too early for my liking, but if you were here I would probably stay sleeping. I hate that you aren't here.
I look at the time on the mobile, because no other clock is set in the right time zone. I live in the future, or maybe in the past. Who knows.
The small envelope flashes and I struggle to keep it in focus to realise that i've received a message.
I open it.
Last 3 digits 715. His digits. Fuck. I read it. It doesn't make sense.
When i've collected myself, and had a few hours to think about it, I decide to call him. As I dial the digits, my fingers move perfectly in motion as if i've been dialing it for years. I know that these series of numbers placed together serve as some form of poison which destroys me for at least 2 minutes just like every time I see him. Yet, I still dial them, hoping to hear his voice.
"Hello?"
I don't hear the sms he sends, so I keep dreaming, worrying in my sleep about all the things that are happening before my belated 19th year since birth day.
I awake too early for my liking, but if you were here I would probably stay sleeping. I hate that you aren't here.
I look at the time on the mobile, because no other clock is set in the right time zone. I live in the future, or maybe in the past. Who knows.
The small envelope flashes and I struggle to keep it in focus to realise that i've received a message.
I open it.
Last 3 digits 715. His digits. Fuck. I read it. It doesn't make sense.
When i've collected myself, and had a few hours to think about it, I decide to call him. As I dial the digits, my fingers move perfectly in motion as if i've been dialing it for years. I know that these series of numbers placed together serve as some form of poison which destroys me for at least 2 minutes just like every time I see him. Yet, I still dial them, hoping to hear his voice.
"Hello?"