Mackie is asleep next to me. I can hear her breathing. The apartment is dark and the game is in fourteen hours, but I lie there and stare at the ceiling.
My breakfast is the last cookie from the batch Mackie made two nights ago and I leave the apartment at 7 AM. The game isn’t until 7 tonight, but if I sit still the overthinking starts.
My phone buzzes in the car.
Mackie
I woke up and you were gone
rude
Me
had to go in early
Mackie
I know
there’s a note on the counter that says “gone to rink, game 7, love you”
So romantic
You really captured the moment
Me
was trying to let you sleep
Mackie
I’ve been sleeping fine
YOU’RE the one who’s been staring at the ceiling for hours
don’t think I didn’t notice
Me
I wasn’t staring at the ceiling
Mackie
liar
I could feel you being awake
your awake energy is very loud
Me
I’ll be loud later
Mackie
is that a promise?
Me
