12th september, 2017
insomnia.
sleeplessness.
restlessness.
you can call it whatever you want to call it, but sleep deprivation is certainly not pretty.
mara lakhani knew that absolutely well. she knew it as she tossed and turned in her bed.
her phone beeped from its position on the side table and her hands fumbled in the darkness to catch it. the time was 3 am. who could it be at this hour?
you have 1 new notification
"huh," she groaned and slid up her finger on the screen. it was a private message on her tumblr side-blog.
scepticalabir: hello, i'm sabir. i'm a maths student who suffers from psychosis, anxiety and depression. how are you? would it be too much to ask for a picture of yourself?
she couldn't make out whether it was a genuine person or one of those infamous fuckboys. still, she typed out a reply lest it be the former one of those. she really didn't like her tumblr inbox to be messy, anyway.
psychxticmara: i hope you're fine and i am as fine as someone on antidepressants and antipsychotics can be. picture? nope, sorry...
YOU ARE READING
on distance and needs
Short Story❝she really doesn't like rambling with strangers online...but this...this one is a tad bit different.❞ this is an anthology of calls, texts and feelings of a girl and a boy separated by almost 4000 miles. who knew geographic facts could prove to be...
