The light from my phone is the only thing moving in this room. I keep thinking about what I said earlier and now I can't sleep. It wasn't even that big of a deal, just a few words I didn't mean to say out loud. But they're still here, bouncing around in my head like they're trying to find a way out.
I tried reading something to distract myself but my eyes keep going back to the same sentence. The room is quiet except for the hum of the fridge down the hall. I should probably just turn off the phone and close my eyes but I know I'll just lie there thinking about it more.
Sometimes I wish I could take words back the way you can take back a text before it sends. But you can't. They're already out there, hanging in the air between you and someone else. And now I'm just sitting here waiting for the morning so I can try to fix it.