Taylor
On the Fourth of July, sunlight warms my face, awakening me from my dreams. I roll to my left, noticing a note on my nightstand. Sitting up, I unfold the note.
Had to run to the YMCA until noon. Be ready. We are going out for lunch and shopping all afternoon.
Love,
Kennedy
I glance at my phone on the charger. It's already ten. Slipping from bed, I shuffle to the kitchen. I grab a Diet Coke and a protein bar for breakfast. Mentally calculate the time I need to shower and be ready by noon for Kennedy, and I climb back into bed while I eat my bar. I scroll through social media and a few emails. My phone vibrates as a new text alert sounds.
Jorge: r u up?
Me: am now
Jorge: sorry go back 2 sleep
Me: JK
Jorge: so u were up. Nice. Can I call?
I type Y-e-s, then decide to del
