Zombies Don’t Drink Tea
It was 3 a.m. when the phone started ringing. I instantly knew it was you. I was drinking tea and reading a book in the middle of the pillow fort I had built in the living room. The incense made the whole room smell like jasmine.
I smiled as I answered because with the time different it was only 9 p.m. your time, but you knew I’d still be awake all the way on the other side of the ocean. The Atlantic felt a lot smaller when we were dating.
You were drunk and it was funny. I made you tell me a story about Ninjas, and I told you I wanted to have a Zombie Tea Party for my birthday. You told me I was silly because everyone knows zombies don’t drink tea.
We talked until the sun started to rise and I had to get ready for class. I told you that I missed you the most, and you laughed and called me crazy.
When we hung up I climbed out of my pillow fort and got ready to face the day. I wore the Space Invaders t-shirt that you loved so much.
I think I miss your laugh most of all.
