She twisted and turned in bed… The sheets were cold, and she couldn’t find sleep. Her cell phone was tempting, eyeing her from the bedside table.
-I need you tonight…
She considered pressing “send” but waited a minute. The text message would probably not have the expected effect.
-I miss you….
She reconsidered. It seemed desperate.
-I’ve been thinking about you…
Rolling on her right, she hoped for a reply in the morning.