Eddie's Alterego I

Covered In Sheets

He would lay Covered In Sheets with the phone pressed against his left ear. A soft, sleepy voice could be heard from the other end of the phone. They were never silent even when they never spoke for there was always something to hear. He would listen to Her breathe and often to Her faint groans as she twisted and turned from one side to the other. They talked about how they were discomforted by the people around them. The both of them would take chances in comforting the other even if they weren't good at it.

The way She would always say his name and eventually lets it ring longer than the others, just enough to make it sound perfect, always made his heart race and put the happiest of smiles on his face. He would close his eyes and picture Her sharing the bed with him, having these conversations as they cuddled under sheets, whispering every sentence. Their bodies would lay tangled for timless hours in his head. The short lived sileneces were all broken by the sound of his lips parting Hers after planting small pecks.

He knew all Her expressions and the gestures she used mindlessly while speaking Her mind out. He had studied Her face and the minute of details it was made up of. Even though he had been with many a people, She was someone with whom he wasn't afraid to be himself again. There were days where he would find himself overburdened by the distances between him and Her. But things would always find a way to ease up this dilemma each time he picked up the phone to listen to Her.

He sat at the edge of his bed, with Her in his mind. Will he ever get to touch Her the way he had, innumerable times in his head? She hummed a song over the phone as he drifted into his sleep, Covered In Sheets.