"Okay goodnight baby, I love you" he says in his deep raspy voice. "Goodnight. I love you too" I reply. The familiar sound of the skype call being ended rings through my ears and I lay there staring at my bedroom ceiling. I turn my head over to my bedside table and look at the clock, 2:48am. I let out a sigh. I lay there a bit longer before sleep begins to take over my body.
I slowly open my eyes to the bright sun that fills my room. I squint at the light as I grab my phone. I check all my social media, but snapchat is always the first. His name is at the top of all my notifications. I smile. I open the snapchat to see a picture of his face. I stare at him. Mesmerized by his beautiful face. His jawline, hair, eyes, everything. After the 10 seconds has passed, the snapchat closes. I reply with a photo of my bed sheets. I caption it good morning and send it off. He opens it immediately and replies. His face pops up yet again. He writes, "Why don't you show me your face? You're beautiful". I cringe at the compliment. I send back a photo of myself, which took me 5 minutes to try and get a photo I liked, and simply say thank you. I exit out of the app and check Instagram. I decide to get up and begin to get ready for the day. I grab a sweater and a pair of sweat pants. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and put my glasses on. What were blobs of color, become crisp, intricate shapes. I walk over to my dresser and look in the mirror. My eyes have a tinge of black around them from the makeup I failed to wash off the night before. I grab a makeup wipe and remove the color from my eyes, feelings much more fresh and awake. My phone dings as I finish. It's a snapchat. I ignore and exit my room, closing my door behind me as I always do. I lazily walk down the stairs and turn into my kitchen. I check the fridge for food and decide not to eat. I walk back up into room and sit on the edge of my bed. I stare at myself in the full size mirror I have. The sweater is baggy on me, and the arms are too long as the cuffs dangle off my hands. I wonder how I would look in his sweater. How it would feel and smell on me. I imagine waking up beside him, his beautiful brown eyes looking back at me. How soft his hands would feel on my hip as he pulls me in closer. How a simple kiss could lead to much more. My day dream comes to a quick end as I receive a skype call on my computer. It's him. I gab my laptop and set it in front of me as I cross my legs. I drag the cursor over the green button and answer the call. A small click is heard and the skype call begins.
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A/N its 3:15 am and I decide to write a book????
