Lying, my body 45 degrees twisted, right half of eyeglass frame flattened, I felt-slash-heard the unfamiliar rumble across the mattress. I slowly untwisted to the opposite direction, half-wondering, half-knowing where it came from. I let it out of its constraints, held onto it and read:
joann.coffee tau tom.u lyk?tambay lang..
My furry brows made a bridge of itself for the hundredth time this week as my brain rummages through old archives of conversations like this between us. I stopped. I replied. Then my mind formed the sound, "hmmm". Tomorrow I'll know.
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