I’m a deep sleeper, like sleep-through- three-alarm-clocks deep, but as soon as u-hit-me-up, I’m here and ready to go, dreams cracking like brittle eggshells, Snap & I’m awake, pixels sifting me through a screen, ghosting me into the flow-of-a-glow, of what? I don’t know. Blurry muscle massaged messages, folding my body into u. Text me awake & i rise like auto-corrected prayer, like the night forgot to be lonely, to u. where do u go when you dream? Snap & i’m gone, chasing a buzzy buzzed flash, just a ping of wssp in the bed we used to share, in the reply where sleep pulls me under again.