Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight; I don't.

But my words are my own.

BPOV

1.

The sleep isn't even wiped from my eyes when I grab my iPhone and press the home button.

I unconsciously swipe my thumb across the screen until seeing the big white "f" with sky blue background.

Relief floods me; this is my fix—my lifeline to the outside world.

I reason it's better than my morning cup of coffee, my late-afternoon drink, or maybe even sex.

I scroll first through posts revealing people's W's: their whats, wheres and whens.

I tap onto who's on and await the comfort of my favorites.

And for the first time ever he wasn't there.

A/N:

Review me your thoughts.

Thank you to my wonderful beta, Chayasara.

Thank you for reading.

PAD