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Flash Fiction Midnight

Not sure what the dream was about but I jolt awake. A second goes by as I orient myself to the strange room I’ve been staying in for months. I look at the glowing phone on my nightstand, and there your name has appeared. Suddenly I remember and I bite my lip. There’s comfort in knowing that our lips locked and that there’s a chance it could happen again, so I close my eyes and drift back asleep.