Drunk Texts

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she bit her lip, like she always does
'sweet like jack daniels and coke' she thought. 'his favorite'.

as she watched the fan molded to her ceiling rotate the buzz grew louder. the silence a thing of the past as the room seemingly flipped on it's axis.

that side of the bed, closet, drawers felt foreign. like a new spirit sank into his pillow wearing his smell.

her lips are pink and parted, her breath heady with alcohol. 'im awake, is he?'

withought another hesitation she brought herself up from the bed, the thumping in her head now in her chest, her gut churning but not from the shots this evening.

the keys are too bright for her sesative pupils, two black dots restricted by thick brown rings.

once her thumb has brought the light down her fingers bring her to messages she hasnt even thought of opening in weeks.

// Hi.....

SLAP. the phone was crushed against the bedside table, screen facing down on the message she let herself begin. 'what are you thinking!' she mutters, bitter laughter bitting at the sting in her eyes,

angry she pulls the cord on the lamp, the room swallowed by moonlight she slips further into the mattress, her thoughts wondering to where he might be, 'what are you thinking?'