The light in her room is still on.
I keep checking my phone, hoping for something, anything. The screen stays dark. The clock moves from 2:13 to 2:27 to 2:41. I haven't moved from this spot on the bed.
Outside, the street is quiet. No cars. No voices. Just the hum of the air conditioner and my own breathing. I think about texting her again, but I already sent three messages tonight. She hasn't read any of them.
The light across the way stays on. It's like a signal I can't interpret. Is she awake? Is she thinking about me? Or is she just forgetting to turn it off?
I should sleep. I should close my eyes and try again tomorrow. But I keep watching that window, waiting for the light to go out.