light, smoke, pillow, whipped, chat

The chat went on for hours right now, he knew she would be sitting in a dark room with only the light of her screen to reavel her hands. The words popped in his window, he smurked and his fingers were babbling away already. Smoke filled his sunlit room, his eyes looked hollow he hadn't slept for days. This was the first time she honoured him the favour she'd chat the night with him. His saturday just started, she was still stuck in his yesterday 20.000 km away.

He stirred some whipped cream in his coffee, took a sip and typed: "Just wish I could share a pillow with you and just sleep"

He turned of the chat alone with that thought.