It’s been at least two or three days since that lamp in front of my house has started flickering. It’s been at least two or three days since I’ve lost my mind.

Usually, something like this doesn’t bother me. At least, not as much as others. Unfortunately for me, the window in which I look to for inspiration is positioned riiiiiiight in front of the lamp.

I think I’ve named it, by this time. A Pain In My Butt.

..

Okay, look. I just wanted to write my little story and relax in the evening, but the lamp flickered so randomly, so- It was annoying!

After harshly closing my laptop, I picked up my phone and punched the numbers 6,7,3… Then stopped. I had no idea what number I was punching in.

I looked back outside once more, squinting at the lamp. Why was it blinking anyways? I thought the city would’ve fixed it if it’s been flickering this long.

And then it clicked.

Could it have been Morse code?

:time:

It’s been a few more days, and no longer have I worked on my project. I spent all the time learning Morse code. So far, the lights blinking translated to something. It said,

LOOK AT ME. WINDOW.

And so I tried to look out the window. What was this lamp saying? Who was trying to-

A girl waved at me from the other side, the house opposing mine. She smiled, as if waiting for this.

UR CUTE.

I shut the blinds tightly and jumped in my bed, covering myself with a blanket.

Not very manly of me, but I started laughing into the pillow. Like. A giggle.

After composing myself, I stood up and opened the blinds, and the window.

“Thank you!” I yelled out, feeling my face heat up as she smiled. Oh gosh. Her smile looked so bright.

I think she glowed way too much. Brighter than the lamp.

Then she opened her window and I knew I was doomed.

“What’s your number!” Said mystery girl.

“What’s your name first!” I yelled back.

She just… smirked. Why did she smirk? What?

“You can just call me mine. Or call me anytime.”

…

Next thing I knew, I was shouting out my number.