No, I can't fall asleep yet! I reached for the phone, and dialed. Nobody picked up. Maybe he, too, had felt the need to go to bed early. I knew he had caller-ID. Should I have edited the group-join message out of my news-feed?
I hung up, and nestled back under the covers. Seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours.
My fists would pound, occasionally, against the headboard. Great sobs of mixed emotions and fears. I fought an inclination to pull at my hair, remembering when it had once fallen out. I do not know when and if I truly fell to restful sleep.
I, Sandra Fletcher, was dating a run-away.
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