Wish Me One Day To Stay

One earphone in, the other tucked under my uniform shirt, I listened to low mumbled voice of Oren Lavie singing to me about the girl I should be with.

"Her morning elegance she wears,
The sound of water makes her dream,
Awoken by a cloud of steam,
She pours a daydream in a cup.

I felt the gentle buzzes from my cellphone and pulled it from my back it from my back pocket.
A text from Brooke.
"Where R U? Im goin on brake in 5."

How are Lily and Brooke the same age? Impossible.

I pushed my cellphone back into place, forgetting her message, and turned up my iPod, focusing on the last few words of the song:
"Nobody knows..."

It certainly felt that way. No one knew about these secret we harbored for one another, the passionate feelings that seem to drown me every night before I closed my eyes, the love that was left unspo--

Buzz.
Buzz.


Another text from Brooke.
"R U still in aisle 7? My brake is now. Can u take urs now 2?"

I wanted to take my "brake," but not with her. I called Lily.

"Hello?" It was more of a question than a greeting.
"Hi, Lily," I said, trying to mask my excitement. Her voice was beautiful and was fulling me to the brim.
"Uh, how are you?" she asked. I heard the bed creak in the background. I must of woken her up. I imagined her in my own bed, next to me, on a snowy December Sunday, with nothing to do but smoke and drink coffee.
"Josh? Hello?"
Snapping out of my lusty day dream, "Sorry, um, where are you?"
"Home?"
Everything she said was ending with an upturned expression. She was waiting for me to drop the bomb on the conversation.