He had changed the subject. Something about children's stories and alternate universes. He had only just read about it, he thought it was interesting. But after the tangent there was nothing. An invisible ellipsis, an laughing fit with friends, or so he imagined.
And imagine it he did. For hours, he saw her giggling, rolling her eyes, tossing around slurs such as "Can you believe this guy" and "What a dolt." He stared at the ceiling, painfully awake, the minutes achingly long, as he concocted all the terrible things she was saying and thinking about him, as if he were so important. But he woke to
Really?? That's nuts! Where did you read that?
He was a dolt. He was a fool. He was exhausted.
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