1:30am Delusion

I wish I had the self-esteem of a man who thinks he’s the exception to my sleep schedule.

1:30 a.m. My phone lights up. Not a text. A call. Like we’re in a Nicholas Sparks movie and he’s standing in the rain. Spoiler: he’s not. He’s horizontal, lonely, and underestimating me.

Sir, if I didn’t answer your texts at 1:30 p.m., what made you think I’d answer your call at 1:30 a.m.? That’s not romance. That’s REM interruption.

Anyway, I hope he dreams of me. I’m sure he will.

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