Break

Chapter Six

I'm sitting in bed, reading poetry online, when my phone's screen lights up. It's Alice. Somehow, I knew I wouldn't have to wait long to hear from her. I pick up my phone and slide over the green message icon to read her text,

Hey

I type in a quick "What's up?" and let my finger hover above the send button. Changing my mind, I erase the message and type in a new one. I try five different messages before settling on:

Hey! What's up?

Why was it so hard to type something so simple?

We talk until midnight, getting to know each other. She likes to write poetry, like me. She loves to read and will read anything she can get her hands on. She listens to punk and metal music, but also likes dubstep and some acoustic songs. She tells me she wants to show me some of her favorite bands soon. Her favorite movie is Blue is the Warmest Color; I haven't seen it before, but she promises me we can watch it together. She is fascinating. She is so open about everything, yet she's somehow excitingly mysterious.

By 1:00, I am feeling alone. Alice went to sleep an hour ago, and I no longer have anyone to talk to when I can't sleep at night.