The daily prompt Complicated
“Sounds like they’re playing my song,” I don’t look up from the book I’m reading but I grin as I hear her sigh. “Come on babe, don’t pretend your not thinking about me.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re all sorts of complicated Alex,” she mutters but I don’t think she really means it.
“Babe? How would you define our relationship?” I ask then I yawn.
“What relationship? You’re Alex, you’re … not real.” She looks at me with a frown. “Are you?”
I shrug and start singing …
“Four o’clock in the morning
The lights are on and I’m talk, talk
Talking to myself”