He knew I wanted to watch our favorite show on Netflix, he also knew I wanted to mess around while we did, it's our version of an inexpensive date, neither one of us having to put a whole lot of effort into it after a long day. But once again, he chose to go to bed when I wasn't ready to join him as quickly as he thought I should be.
So I lay here, staring at my snoring Husband, for what feels like hours, my heart and pussy aching, tears silently soaking into the pillow. How many nights is this in a row? I've lost count. I take a quiet, shuddering breath, and reach for my phone.
I send a quick text to you. "Hey, you awake?" The message is read instantly and within seconds, a reply. "Of course." I smile, wiping the wet side of my face with my palm. I send another quick question. "Can we talk?" I bite my lip as I watch the icon spring to life, indicating you're typing back. "Absolutely."
I gently shake my Husband's shoulder to wake him. He barely opens his eyes and reaches up to halfheartedly caress my cheek. Thankfully it's not the tear stained one. "I can't sleep," I whisper. "I'm going for a walk." He grunts, letting me know he heard me. "I'll be back in about an hour, once I've cleared my head."
I get out of bed and swap my tee shirt for a sweatshirt. My hand on the bedroom door handle, I pause, annoyed that my Husband is already back to sleep, and snoring away. "Am I really that boring?" I wonder.
As I push my bare feet into my shoes, I text you again. "On my way." Opening the front door, I step outside, and I'm glad I chose the sweatshirt! I need it to keep off the chill of the crisp night air, though it isn't the only reason goosebumps are appearing on my arms.
I finger the bottom edge of my sweatshirt as I cross the apartment complex parking lot to your building, and start up the stairs. I can't help but smile when you open the door before I get to the top.