Response

She waits 

And waits

And watches the little bubble pop up and disappear on the screen

She is practically holding her breath in anticipation of the words tucked behind the three little bubbles 

Might he reference the night they spent together not too long ago 

And spill out elaborations of love and desire 

Or will he respond with excuses to never cross her again

She waits

The screen drenches her in its light as she sits alone in her dark bed, her mind tumultuous with cascading expectations 

The bubble disappears

No response yet

She returns the phone to the nightstand and lay there in her bed

Feeling alone and unable to sleep

Seeking no less than the comfort the bubbles may bring