Me and the one true love spent the afternoon and evening chatting on the MSN IM, sending each other love songs, suggesting fun love things to do, asking what there was to eat, finding out nice places to take long walks if the weather was fine. If I were with her, we’d be holding hands laughing, looking up at the sky making out shapes from fluffy clouds.
But I wasn’t feeling well, and I was running a pretty mean temperature.
Rest up, she said.
But I miss you, I said.
I miss you too. But shoo, go and sleep, she said.
But I want to dance with you, I said. I can teach you. It’s ok if you step on my toes, I said. Cos you’re pretty light, I said.
Shoo, go and sleep.
Could you stand a little closer, girl?