I’m not physically tired, but mentally, I’m exhausted.
After getting a glass of water from the kitchen, I settle back onto the couch, taking a long sip before setting it down on my coffee table. Then, leaning back, I let my head fall against the cushions and take a deep breath, just staring out the window into the night.
It’s as if my soul is aching.
No way I can go to sleep like this.
My phone vibrates, pulling my gaze from the outside. I pick it up to find a text from Misha.
What could he want this late?
Misha
You up?
It’s scary how quickly that pulls me out of my pit of self-pity, and I can’t help but smile.
What kind of booty call is this?
:)
Not that kind. Unless you want it to be?
Rolling my eyes, I reply.
What’s up? It’s 3 a.m. You okay?
Sure, I was getting ready for my hike and thought maybe you wanna join?
Oh my God, yes.
That is a much better alternative to staying here alone and dwelling on what was said during that awful phone call.
Yes, please.
Do you have hiking boots and a jacket? It’s cold before the sun comes up.
I stand and walk over to the utility room to make sure. And there, in the back, is my hiking gear with boots, backpack, and jacket.
I do.
Got a headlamp too?
I’ve never hiked in the dark before, so I haven’t thought of buying one.
Shit.
Is that necessary? Because I don’t.
Mine should be fine for both of us.
I’ll just have to keep you close.
:)
Meet you in ten.
In ten?
