You're the one

Sebastopol CA

Description

Again, it's late on a Saturday. I remember the first time. Too hot to sleep. You are typing away, agitated that the words don't come out right, that every entry hits a paywall. Anxious, crossed legs, a female fidget on the rising moon. When the thermometer rises and the ground is squeezed of sweat, the missed connections multiply -- a fever dream of email. It shouldn't be this hard to find you. Of all the minutes in a day, what's an hour to chat? HDE