Good Morning

And so it began. I had just woken up to our new rhythm in messenger.

“Good Morning ☕” I laid there and stared at the text. A smile began to form. I was his first thought this morning.

“Good morning you, ☀️” I texted back. Another ding and a four minute voice note came through. I get to hear the voice of this mystery man. I froze for a moment staring at my screen. This was real. I pressed play.

“Good morning, how are you…” He lingered on the word you and I suddenly felt pulled into his voice as every word landed. He ranted about the asshole driving too slowly in front of him with the bumper sticker don’t tread on me, then losing his way, making the wrong turns and running late to his medical appointment. He laughed at himself. It was a nice laugh, calm and easy.
He playfully warned me I would be getting a bunch more texts as his appointment would be three to four hours. 

A surge of electricity coursed through my chest hearing his voice, his laughter and I suddenly wanted more of him. This strange word game guy simply talking about his day had completely disrupted mine. He was taking up space in my head distracting me from class. 

My class was on Zoom and there were at least fourteen in my cohort. My phone buzzed and I quickly looked down. Jason had texted me, “What are you doing? Because you’re checked out.” He was waiting for me to react. I smiled, slightly guilty as I had been caught staring down at my phone. How guilty? I may have listened to Bowie’s voice message another six or seven times. Jason was our resident psychic, fifth generation according to him.

“I am just looking at my phone, that’s all,” I texted glancing back up.

“Yeh, not with that smile. I’ve seen that before Rory. Who is he?” My head shot up giving him the look that he was totally wrong. Granted, I knew he was totally right. Jason began laughing. He wasn’t going to let it go.

“There is no he Jason, mind your own,” I smirked back at him on camera.

“There is a he alright. You be blushin like a strawberry,” he texted. The thing is with Jason is that we had become very close as he was my life coach and I was his. He knew more about me than anyone in class.

“I don’t blush Jason. I have no feelings, remember?” We often joked about how we both are non feeling avoidants due to life long trauma. Reality is, we feel more deeply than most. We knew it, but were not about to admit it.