Java Amour

I woke up to an insistent pinging on my Facebook application. I almost reached for my laptop, but stopped short when I saw the outer panel's cracked silicone. Instead, I grabbed my iPhone and opened the app. 4 inbox messages from James. Oh shit, what time is it? I looked at my iHome clock sitting on the kitchen counter. 

9:53 PM

Oh crap. I totally slept through my date night with James. He's going to be so pissed. I walked into my bedroom and jumped on the bed whilst reading his messages.

From James (9:15) : Where you at?

From James (9:23): Is tonight not a good night?

From James (9:34): I'm going to go ahead and leave.

From James (9:48): Text me when you see this. My number is .

Man, I stood him up and he was so nice about it. I feel like a terrible person. I should've set an alarm or something.

 My nails clicked against my screen as I typed in his phone number and hit "save to contacts". James. Message.

To James: I'm so sorry! I was sleepy because I woke up so early to get to the coffee shop on time and I thought I could catch a quick nap and I guess it wasn't so quick because I slept straight through our date and I'm a terrible person. I'm so so so sorry!

So much for keeping chill. He had his iMessage on and I could see the second it was opened. 

Delivered. Read at 9:57pm. 

Then 3 little dots appeared where I could see that he was replying.

I tapped the screen. And waited. And waited. And waited.The replying icon disappeared and reappeared. Disappeared and reappeared. Oh God, he's driving me crazy. Just reply already!

Finally! My iPhone pinged and I read excitedly expecting something witty or funny or sweet or awesome or romantic. Instead I got...

From James: K

 Ughh! I slammed my head backwards onto my assortment of pillows. And as we all know, I couldn't resist being a little bit clumsy and slamming part of my head into the backboard. I lay there for a few minutes before throwing my phone across the room where it landed next to my photo album from back home in Texas. I almost wish I could go back.

But that would only prove everyone else right. I would be wrong. I would only prove that I wasn't independent or responsible nor could I care for myself. I couldn't do that. I stood up and walked over to retrieve my phone. I checked it for cracks, all was well. 

I moped over to my white dresser and slid open the top right drawer. Grabbing my pajamas, some red shorts Ashley gave me and a new blue top I'd bought with Lizzie last time I was in Texas, I walked back to my bed.

Resting my head (gently this time) back onto my pillow, I heard from somewhere in the other room music playing from my iGlow where my Nano was sitting on top of it. The sweet sound of Sleeping Pills by the Brobecks was playing. I felt my self drifting off and let go of my day and all my stress. It wasn't long before I was in another world, sleeping happily. In this other world there was no work, no boy problems, no financial problems, and plenty of adventures. In this other world of sleep, I didn't miss anybody. All my best friends back in the states weren't guilt tripping me home and I didn't need to hear from them to feel like I still existed. I love sleeping. I love apathy.