Facetime dreams…

1 am.

Woken by a gentle buzz on my wrist, I glance at my watch expecting to see that yet another bug has flown past the security camera. But no, it's a FaceTime call… Who'd be calling me at this h…

It's you.

Quickly but quietly, I snatch my phone off its charger and steal out of the bedroom. As I walk quickly to my quiet spot, I check the volume and answer, worried I might not answer in time.

I'm in time.

It's dark, hard to see much, but I can just make out that beautiful smile of yours. On your side, head on a pillow. “Hey,” you say, “I've got something to show you…”

Too stunned to muster any real words, I blurt out a quick, quiet “hm ok?” as I take a seat on the basement sofa. You shift a little, an impish grin on your face… shy, maybe? I've never seen you like this… Then again, I've never seen you in bed at 1 am before, either. The view shakes a bit, focus blurring in and out, the rustle of skin against fabric coming through loud, alarmingly loud in that quiet dark.

Then, the frame settles back on your face, and your expression changes. At first, you roam my face, eyes occasionally locking onto mine. But then your breathing picks up and your eyelids come down. The view is shaking now, just a little bit, just enough to make everything a bit of a blur in the dark.

Then, after not very long at all, a gasp, and the phone flops down so my view is replaced by your ceiling, the only sound your breath, heavy and quick.

A moment later, your face returns, the smile even more impish than before. “See you around” you say, and hang up.

I sit a moment, brain too fuzzy to quite know what just happened… Fortunately, the rest of my body knows just what needs to be done.