from bed, start to something

she called out to me

i waited for the second time

before muffling an ‘in here’


i was panting, curled in a ball, still in the dark


i heard a muffled ‘damnit’ as she rushed by again. we played this game every weekend. i was certain she was smiling with the call and response escapade that ended in a ‘oh, you’.

‘hey’ it had been longer than usual ‘are you there? Becky?’

there was nothing

should i come out?

this wasn’t how we did things


i stuffed my insecurities inside, breathed deep and sighed. pushing tears away knowing i trust you.

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