>>10233872Colby has not been sleeping well lately.
Friendships have not come easily to her in life, for whatever reason. Many of the people who were close to her in her rural Arkansas girlhood, she has pushed away or disassociated from to better serve her own morals and values. Many of her more intellectual or worldly college "friends", more acquaintances really, had dismissed her for her peculiar obsession with pro wrestling when it became clear that it was more than just a hipster's whimsy. It's not easy, nor conducive to forming bonds of friendship, to walk her path without losing her conviction. In the face of her recent confrontation with M.Alice, her own wavering resolution, and the loneliness of the path she's chosen, Colby finds herself disturbed and troubled at night.
The text message that she finds, on waking from a fitful slumber, is as welcome and restorative to her spirit as morning coffee or the gentle warmth of morning sunbeams. Colby could never admit it to another person, and it feels strange to even think it to herself, but her friendship with Amy is filling an emptiness which, until now, Colby had simply learned to live with.
