Groaning, Jill slumps under the covers. Arm tossed over her forehead as her left hand sluggishly crawl over to her phone. Grey eyes squinted as the blue light assaults her irises, lowering the brightness the aid in her eyesight.

“I wonder if she’s up..” she says wistfully, opening iMessages to look through her recent text. Finding herself smiling dumbly at your display photo.

Clicking on your contact, she decides to send you something..even though it’s 11pm.

“..maybe.”