4:11
Wake. Water. Write.
The blue light curved upward as I nearly threw my phone across the room.
I sent it.
I really sent it.
The message thread was the only light in the room.
Not enough to illuminate the walls. Just enough to catch the edge of my fingers as I typed.
I want you.
I want to kiss you.
Simple words.
Barely adorned.
No performance left in them.
Jus…
