NEXT TIME I GO OUTSIDE
“What are you looking at right now?” JC asked. He readjusted
his grip on the phone, rubbing a finger against the smooth plastic. Wished
vaguely that he was touching John instead.
“The sunrise,” John said in return. “You should see it, its beautiful. All pink and gold against the trees. Reminds me of you.”
JC pretended not to be blushing, keeping his voice even. “Sunrise already? What the hell are you still doing up?”
“Writing a song about you.” There was a long silence, and then John laughed. “Are you blushing?”
“Liar,” John said. JC could hear a soft strumming of strings, the scratch of a pencil on paper. “So how about you, what are you looking at right now?”
“The floor,” JC said, laughing. “No, I’ll go outside so I have something more interesting to say.” He went out onto his balcony, looking at the night sky above him.
“How about now?”
“The sky. Its night time here. Blue-black and deep.”
“This is LA,” JC stated, deadpan.
“Oh, that’s right,” John said. He sounded amused. “I forgot, they banned stars in California. Especially the pretty sparkly ones. So what are you still doing there?”
“I’m not blushing. Or sparkly.”
“Shut up.” JC smiled. He checked his watch. “Its getting late. I better get to bed soon, so…I guess I’ll leave you to your sunrise.”
“Mmm. I’d rather see you than it,” John said. “G’night. Next time I see a sunrise, I hope its with you.”
JC felt an inexplicable tightening in his chest. “Yeah, me too. Bye, John.”
“Bye.” The phone clicked in JC’s ear, and he smiled up at the starless sky, thinking of sunrise.
You should have seen that sunrise
With your own eyes
It brought me back to life
You’ll be with me next time I go outside
~John Mayer: 3x5~