by Kenny Mah
You slip into bed. You pull the covers over your lips coquettishly, only your eyes and fingers visible. They wink at me, even the digits.
I sink into my pillow and I pull yours into my arm. I’m fond of stealing your pillow. I laugh and blow kisses at you. I’m fond of stealing kisses too.
We are in bed together. Almost time for me to sleep. Goodnight, baby, I say. Goodnight, baby, you say. One final kiss and I end our FaceTime session. You will go out to the phone shop to ask the nice Dutch guy to upgrade you to a postpaid plan. Summertime so it’s still bright over there. I turn off the light and dream of you in our bedroom.