Spaces

They were on opposite ends of the globe - 13,000 kilometers give or take a few hundred to be exact. Sometimes their days coincide in their activities, if only for a while, and then the inevitable necessity for sleep, or for work, would take over, always that of one inverse to the that of the other.

Today they spent the day together virtually, locked in the silence of each one's duties, self-imposed, seemingly endless. Comes a small break in her work, and she, being more used to staying up longer, was with him when he started working in his corner of the world, when he was sleepy, and when he slept. She might just also still be up for his waking. He slept long hours. He says he dreamt weird dreams in his sleep. This strange spending of their days while geographically apart could continue, theoretically, for days at a stretch, but it does not. It's unsustainable.

Today's long hours consisted of her working, listening to music, linking three music videos to his social media profile, one after another, and then reading.

There is only so much music one can take after a sitting, only so much anything that requires full attention that could be given focus on after one full day. She pondered sleeping without waiting for him to wake up. He would not know anything that transpired, in the same way that no one else but ourselves really know what happens when we're with ourselves alone.

She erased all the links she posted, and decided to sleep. Tomorrow they would say hello, and time and space would still be there, and they would yawn with it.