Last night, a bleep. Under the pillow. I awoke. Rubbed my eyes a little and whipped out my phone, wondering who would text me at such an unearthly hour. It read ' I'm sorry '. Half-squinting at the screen, I thought for a little.
' You sent wrongly. '
But the reply came back, no. It took me a while. I sensed the sincerity I guess. Funny, it's been about what.. three years? I've put the past behind, you were forgiven long ago. I'm sure we're still friends. Definitely. I tucked my phone back under. And as the thunder sets in, despite the stormy night, I felt a warm stirring in my heart as I snuggled back to bed. With the blanket held close, it felt so safe.
