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We banter. For days, it feels like, although the first part of it I'm asleep. When I text her back to ask why her day sucked, I let her know I'm nearly comatose so she doesn't expect an immediate reply.

I dream about her skin against mine. Her fingers tangled with mine. Her pussy, wet and slick against mine.

It's dark when I wake, dark when I make myself come, and then light when I wake again.

I look at my phone and smile.

I work.

I think of Leah.

We make plans to meet for coffee. My heart leaps.