Float On

Part 4

Night has come and gone, and once again I hardly slept. Two nights of no sleep is catching up with me and everything is starting to fuzz around the edges. The only thing I can come up with is that Phil and I must have met before. There's no other reason as to why my name is floating above him. If it turns out that we have crossed paths before, how long has my name been there and when did it show up? Even if I could figure that out, it still doesn't explain why my name is there to begin with.

I pick up my phone and open it up to my text conversation with Phil that we've been having for off and on all day.

(2:00am)

Phil: So did you make it home ok?

Me: Phil. You walked me to the front door 30 minutes ago.

Phil: Well, you could have fallen down the steps or something. I don't know.

Me: Yes, I made it up the stairs and am already in bed. It's charming that you're concerned.

Phil: :]

Me: :]

(7:45 am)

Phil: I'm late for class.

Me: What time is your class?

Phil: 8:00.

Me: lol...then why are you texting me? Run, man, run! You still have 15 minutes!

Phil: I hate exercise. Why are you awake this early?

Me: I couldn't fall asleep.

Phil: :[

(1:45pm)

Phil: One more class to go!

Me: yawn

Phil: Does that mean you were able to take a nap?

Me: it does

Phil: Yea! Do you dream when you nap?

Me: Not usually, but I did today.

Phil: What did you dream about?

Me: Corgis and Cacti

Phil: Hey! I have shirts with those things on them!

Me: I know :]

Phil: Do you still want to hang out again tonight? *hoping he says yes*

Me: yes!

Phil: I know we're both probably tired, so I thought maybe some Chinese takeaway and Netflix?

Me: That sounds perfect!

Phil: Do you want to come over here or would you rather me come to your place?

Me: ummm....maybe you could come here?

Phil: 8:00?

Me: Ok. It's apartment 2B on the second floor.

Phil: See you then!

I smile as I reread it for the tenth time. I spent all afternoon trying to straighten up my apartment. After all this time I'm not even sure how to have company over anymore, plus I'm a little embarrassed that I've done so little with this place since I've moved in. At least the bed is made, the clutter is gone, dishes are clean, and my clothes are hung up for the first time in ages. As an afterthought, I open the blinds of the sliding glass door to make the living room a little less cave-like. Of course, I was worried about something else far more than I was concerned about cleaning or decorating. I needed to know if my name is still there.

There's a loud knock on the door and I'm instantly equal parts excited and terrified. I open the door and my heart flutters as soon as I see Phil, and I can't suppress the big goofy grin that's found its way onto my face. Once again, he's carrying way too much stuff and looks like he's about 5 seconds away from dropping all of it.