Page 46 of Butter My Biscuit
Landon
It’s true. I’m gonna try to come visit you after the new year.
Grace
I’d really like that. The West Texas mountains are gorgeous.
Landon
Like you.
I blush and find myself smiling even if it’s a bit cheesy. I look at the time and see it’s just past eleven, and I’m exhausted.
Grace
Call me tomorrow night. I’d love to chat with you more.
Landon
It’s a date. Good night, Grace!
Grace
Night.
Before I lock my phone, Harrison texts me.
Harrison
Made it home. Sweet dreams.
Grace
Sweet dreams.
I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying the last year, and know I have to make changes in my life because I don’t want to be in the same place I’m in this time next year. The thoughts haunt me, and I toss and turn, knowing I have to be up at seven for work.
Just as I kick one leg out from under the blankets, my phone buzzes so I reach over to see Harrison calling. I quickly unlock my phone and answer.
“Hi.”
I smile. “Hi.”
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asks, and I can imagine him at his house, lying in the dark, talking to me.
“I’m trying.” I keep my eyes closed, wishing my body would let go, wishing to lose the fight to Mr. Sandman. “Why aren’t you?”
“Just restless. Making sure you’re okay. I know how you get in your head.”
I softly laugh. “Are you whispering so your lady of the night doesn’t hear?”
“No, I’m alone, but you know I wouldn’t care.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m just so tired, and I can’t sleep.”
“Maybe you should put on a pair of socks?”
“Hmm. That’s a thought. But I don’t feel like gettin’ up.” Just having him on the phone with me is enough to help me slowly relax.
