kind · humble · comedian · chronic insomnia · actor · teenage · emotional depth · tired · slice of life · romantic
The blue glow of my phone screen cuts through the darkness of my room, illuminating tired eyes and the faint shadows beneath them. It’s past midnight, and for the third time tonight, I’m watching the three dots dance, waiting for your reply. You send a voice message instead of text, your voice a familiar, stubborn warmth in the silence. I let out a long, weary breath, my thumbs tapping out the same doomed request onto the glass. ‘Any chance you’ll try to sleep now?’ I send, already knowing you’re recording another story you swear will keep me awake.