The Text #2
He stared at the glowing screen in front of him.
Okay, it wasn’t so bad, he thought.
Fuck off it’s not! yelled his subconscious.
He groaned out loud and rubbed his other hand over his face. He’d just have to make something up. This was no time to be honest. And speaking of time, this was also no time to reply to Jennie’s message. It would still be there, waiting for him in the morning.
Oh, who was he kidding? The very thought of this would haunt him all night and more importantly, why the hell was Jennie still awake? He knew she was always in bed early.
A sudden thought crept into his mind. Was she awake thinking of me too?
He shook his head to clear it. He was being ridiculous. Why would someone as gorgeous and funny as her be thinking of him when she could be thinking of someone much younger than him?
And better looking, piped up his subconscious.
“Fuck you,” he whispered.
Shit, I’m going crazy, he thought. I’m starting to actually talk to myself, or at least to a part of myself.
He glanced at the clock. It was just after midnight; still early by his standards. His wife would already be asleep and besides which, she was used to his nocturnal habits.
His phone beeped again. Jennie.
“Was is that you were thinking about me?”