Texts at Midnight

My bed is next to me. It’s not enough. Carpeted floors tickle. The fan is making me dizzy. My parents are in their dreams. I pretend to dream as well. I suddenly jolt. I could do it, I could walk into their room and start crying and screaming, out of control… I take out my phone and text them. They can check their messages in the morning. And learn that I lost my mind. But I don’t want to bug them for now. “Hey I’m transcending reality, the fan is painful, my bed is crazy, I hate this room, it makes me remember,” I hit send. “Love you.” I hit send. A smiley face. I hit send. And feel a little better.