OrenAsher

I come inside as silently as I can, creeping in on bare feet so as not to wake you. It's morning's version of twilight, and the sky that peeks through the curtains is the sort of dusky color that makes you think of lavenders just beginning to bud.   I undress partway, being careful not to bother you as I slide under the covers and feel the warmth of your body close to mine.   My eyes rove over the room, taking in the strange, strangled shadows that always appear at the crack of dawn.   There is an empty wine glass on your bedside table that catches the light and bends it back towards me.&#

"Hello? ... Hello?" "...." "I'm sorry, am I speaking with Darth Vader? Enough with the mouth breathing. Who is this?" "...Hi, Nat." "At least you're a person and not a cyborg. Who is this? How do I know you?" "How do you know I'm not a cyborg, Nat?" "What?" "My voice tells you nothing. I could easily be a cyborg and you would never know, Nat." "Okay, good night, freak." "Don't hang up, Nat. That might make me mad." "Oh? And should that scare me, Mr I'm-a-Big-Coward-So-I-Have-to-Phone-Up-Girls-and-Never-Tell-Them-My-Name? And stop saying my name like that." "Like what, Nat?" "Like you know who I am. Like we're intimate or something