Technology

Her eyes peeked opened reluctantly and she pulled her still-slumbering self inch by inch out of bed. As she went about her morning routine, there was a nagging vague recollection of a text she received on her phone sometime during the night. Words along the lines of 'wedding was super, I'm so drunk, just wanted to say hi. hi! x' floating uncertainly in her mind. She opened up the inbox to check but there was nothing remotely like that in there. Either she had dreamt it all cos' she had been thinking of him too much, or, out of force of habit, she had deleted the text after reading it groggily.

Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her jeans as she was half-heartedly spooning nutty Alpen museli into her mouth. She opened the message, not expecting it to be from him. It was him. Saying good morning to his penguin. Corners of the 'pouty' lips he liked so much turned up ever so slightly. She replied and asked if he had texted her earlier. His response was quick and affirmative. To and fro, messages encoded in bits and pieces of unseen energy soared through the network, across the vast miles and timezones. At some point, he must have fallen asleep, cos' the exchange stopped. She replaced the mobile in her pocket, looking forward to talking to him later.