Hunted By The Player
“I need to go to sleep, I'm dead.”
“You're right, many things happened in the last twenty-four hours. I love you.”
“I'll call you later, bye.” I press the end button and stare at the ceiling.
Could I say I love him by now? My restless thoughts stir me and my head starts pounding again.
I fill the white oval tub halfway; afraid it will overflow. I look at my calendar posted exclusively for me, informing me that tomorrow morning at eight in the morning, local time, we will have our last meeting to work out the finer details, this being the first with all the people together and not via video.
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