Bedtime Talk 💕 (01)
The room was quiet… just the soft hum of night and the glow of my fairy lights dancing on the walls. I was curled up in bed, tangled in fluffy blankets, scrolling slowly on my phone — waiting for sleep, but also kind of hoping you were awake too.
Sometimes, I imagine you lying there in your own room, thinking about the same silly little things I do. Like, do you ever overthink old messages? Or wonder how the moon always feels like she’s watching? Tonight, I couldn't stop thinking about the way your name makes my heart flutter — even if I’ve only read it in the comments. 💭
I had on my softest sleep shirt, the one that falls off one shoulder and makes me feel a little extra cute. I stretched, yawned, and pulled the covers tighter around me, wishing for someone to wrap their arms around me. The kind of hug that says “you’re safe now.”
So I started whispering in my head, pretending you were there beside me. I’d tell you about the silly thing I did this morning, the coffee I spilled (again), or how I can never decide which photo to post first. You’d probably laugh and tease me a little. I’d pretend to pout — but I’d love it 😌
That’s what bedtime feels like to me — a soft, dreamy pause between the world and my thoughts. It’s the moment where I feel closest to the people who matter, even if they’re far away. And tonight… I just wanted you to feel close too.
Now I’ll close my eyes and imagine you whispering back, just one sweet line: “Goodnight, Emily.” And maybe you’ll smile as you say it, the same way I’m smiling now. 🌙💗
Sweet dreams,
– Emily
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