Telephone
A faint glow, peach-coloured through the pink fabric. It barely stretched across the bed, let alone the room. Not that Rachel seemed to care, staring up at the ceiling with a lazy smile, her phone pressed to her ear.
Some faint voice through the speaker that only she could hear. The voice mumbling, as if tired. She reciprocated the feeling by yawning, stifling the sound behind her hand. Responding to whatever was being said, she tried to speak louder. As if that would diminish the fatigue in her voice.
"No, no, it's fine," she insisted, pausing to listen. "Whatever happened to you sleeping late?"
Rachel peered across at the clock on the bedside table, neck craning a little as she lifted her head from the pillow. Dropping back down with a soft thud.
"It's nearly midnight." It came out as a murmur, eyes beginning to feel sore as she struggled to keep awake. "I can last a little bit longer."
On the other end of the line, Eddie sighed, curled into a ball on his own bed. "Go to sleep, Rachel. I'll phone you again tomorrow, okay? I promise. It's been three hours anyway."
Huffing, she felt her body sink a little lower into the mattress, somewhat relieved to sleep. "Fine."
They both had work to do. It wasn't as if they were teenagers anymore, an infinite amount of time left to waste. Yet, both were a little reluctant to say goodnight. To put the phone down.
"Tomorrow," he told her.
She hummed in response, already half-asleep. "Yes, tomorrow."