November 27, 2020
3:07 a.m.
I can't sleep.
I feel like in a matter of moments I'm going to get a phone call saying you're dead.
I can't bear it.
I can't be asleep when she calls.
I can't sleep.
I would never forgive myself.
3:17 p.m.
I haven't heard anything all day.
I suppose it's time to text Mira.
Mira
Fri, Nov 27, 3:17 PM
Hey Mira, is she still feeling
the same?
I haven't heard anything.
Oh ok. I just thought I'd check.
How are you doing?
Covid wise? I'm good. I'm officially
out of quarantine. How are you?
I still have symptoms. I think I'm
getting better though.
YOU ARE READING
All the t i m e
Non-Fiction"I love you" she told me, "I love you more" I replied and I really truly thought I did. She just shook her head and softly replied "all the time".
