“Just five more minutes,” she pleads over the phone like a child.
“Ok, I lied. Maybe, it is ten more minutes that I really want,” she thinks out loud.
They talk for what seems a single breath before what once was near becomes distant and cold. As her fingers search the darkness for the end, her eyelashes flutter to a tired close dreaming of his warmth of his voice.
It’s 4am and the only breath she feels is her own.
