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Late night texting

I woke up to the a buzz beside my couch vibrating on the coffee table next to me. My eyes reluctantly opened removing the glue that sealed them shut. Rubbing the sand out of my eyes I rose from my coffin and grabbed my phone beside me. It gave me a second to fix my vision I lean over to grab my glasses beside the phone.

Honestly even after my pupils adjusted that only can cure one percent of my sight. I'm almost totally blind without my glasses, more so when I wake up. Now finally with my seeing aid I look at my
notifications.

A text from Stan.

I pulled up my texts while slipping back under my thin but layered blankets. Rubbing my sides against the hilly cushions.

Hubby ❤️💙: I just wanted to say good night. I hope I can see you again this week.

Me: Oh yeah, good night. You woke me up though.

Hubby ❤️💙: Oh sorry!

Hubby ❤️💙: Ugh times like these make me feel horrible about waking up early.

Me: I thought you were a morning person?

Hubby ❤️💙: I hate mornings! I can never think straight enough.

Me: Oh that blows. I love mornings, I have a certain routine that I follow.

Hubby ❤️💙: Sounds like you've got everything in check. I was wondering what your schedule is this week? Maybe this Wednesday? Can I see you then?

Me: Totally

Me: actually I have that day off

Hubby ❤️💙: Really? I might pick you up from after work tomorrow evening then. Maybe my morning will be better waking up next to you.

My phone almost slips out of my hands as I cover my face with a hand. What do you say after something like that? He always gets me for a loss of words.

Me: if it isn't much trouble sure! I mean you're going to be at work

Hubby ❤️💙: And? We can go out for lunch when it's time for that and then only some time after I'll be home free

I sigh and turn over to my back, I almost squeal on how wonderful this week is already looking. And stare at his most recent text thinking of where we would go already. Anywhere will be great as long as I see his face.

Me: if you say so

Hubby ❤️💙: of course! You can hang out in my flat after lunch and wait for me to come home

Me: alright that sounds like a great plan. Let's go to bed, the sooner you can pick me up hm?

Hubby ❤️💙: I can't sleep a wink, my eyes can't keep themselves shut for more than a second. I'd bet it would be better if you where here

I hold my phone to my chest and exhale another long daydreaming sigh. Imagining myself laying with him in his flat cuddling and talking about our days. Ahhh! I can hardly prepare myself for tomorrow, the thought of going back to sleep fading the longer time I spend with him.

Me: I'm sure you'll get enough time with me tomorrow night.

Hubby ❤️💙: alright darling

Despite our wishes Stan and I stood up later than 11:30 texting until he called it a night and said a loving:

'best wishes for the sweetest of dreams.'

Which made my heart do nothing more than flutter and bound. Thoughts of his face and how charming he has become the older we got.

I found my way into my bed and it took me around forty minutes to actually start dozing off again. It could have been the screen of my phone light. Or maybe it was the excitement I was holding for lunch with Stan tomorrow and spending the night with him. Not only that but after that we get to spend an entire day together.

I closed my eyes thinking about how divine these next few days are going to be. Imagining his face when he sees me, his gorgeous white smile, the way his nose wrinkles up, how his deep royal blue eyes light up with stars, the two dimples on either sides of his face mirroring each other. And not to mention the hot ass Adam's apple that tickles his throat when he laughs wholeheartedly.

Twelve o'clock tomorrow is going to be another dream come true. Another real life fairytale. A myth proven certain. Anytime I see him it's like seeing heaven on earth for the first time.

And I'm going to see him tomorrow.