Friday Morning_(0)

I switched on the light, another Friday morning. It was still dark outside but I woke up early, which seemed to be the ‘new me’ these days. I always felt a little nervous on these mornings, but for some reason I had been looking forward to it more than I usually did. He hadn’t messaged me yet. I rolled onto my other side with my phone in hand and sighed softly, I was impatient. I should’ve tried to go back to sleep earlier, but I was excited and surprisingly not as tired as I should’ve been for the amount of sleep I had gotten. I heard my cat softly breathe in the windowsill, brushing its tail against the plants as it got in a few more minutes of sleep. I decided to follow its example, a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. He would wait for me, wouldn’t he?

My hand slipped in between my legs for a split second, adjusting my shorts and brushing over my mount ever so lightly. Did I mention I was impatient? With my mind wandering I quickly fell back into a light sleep, I must’ve been more tired than I thought I was. When I woke up it was about an hour and a half later, the light was still on but it wasn’t really dark outside anymore. By now the cat had left and curled up somewhere in the living area. Outside it was gloomy, rainy, just how I liked my Friday mornings in bed. I glanced at my phone as I caught a glimpse of the notification light from the corner of my eye. I hurried to unlock the device, only to see a message had popped up from him.

“You’re not up yet?”

I smiled, quickly replying with a single smiley face before I got comfortable again. I could feel my heart beat faster, something about him always made me excited. He was sweet and funny, he was definitely a lot of fun. I impatiently waited for his reply, almost scared that I might’ve missed him and he had gone and went about his day without seeing me. I watched the dots on screen as he typed out another message. He was a slow typer, I hated it, but it always build up that excitement even more.

“Get online.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice, I had been dreaming about those words all week. I leaned over the edge of my bed, reaching for my tablet before logging in. He was typing, taking forever to send a few more words into cyberspace that would eventually get to me. He knew I loved seeing him, or more so, him seeing me.

“I expected you to be ready by now.”

I shook my head at his words. Tease. I was ready, and we both knew I was. I set my tablet to lean against the headboard of my bed, pressing onto his chat window on the tablet and quickly started the phone call. The dialtone only rang once before it fell quiet and he appeared on screen.