Page 55 of Sunshine

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So…have you tried counting sheep?

Dylan

Huh?

You said you can’t sleep.

Have you tried counting sheep?

Dylan

Ah. No. Hasn’t worked too well for me in the past.

So, what have you tried?

Dylan

Are you sure you want to know?

I know it’s not smart to read into tone via text, but I sense a kind of sexy challenge in Dylan’s message that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end.

I’m sure. Tell me.

Three dots of hesitation flash on my screen.

Dylan

Why are you still awake?

I smile at the screen and tap my fingers with a shake of my head.

Way to avoid the subject.

I guess I can’t sleep either.

Dylan

Why not?

You tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.

I wonder if the person who invented the three dots of an incoming text reply knew it would someday be used as a low-level torture device.

Dylan

I can’t sleep because I keep replaying what we did today.

My fingers tingle, my head spins a little, and I force myself to take three deep breaths before I pass out.

I’ve been thinking about it too.

Dylan

I’m trying to count all the colors I saw on your body, but that’s nothing like counting sheep.

I sit up higher in my bed, wriggling back against the headboard, losing all sense of where I am and what I’m thinking outside ofDylan Dylan Dylan.

Really?

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