21st Century Friend

The illness plagued both our bodies; we sent texts in the night recounting fevered shakes and inability to sleep. As I trudged through the snow home from work, my eyes bloodshot and my breathing labored, I said wouldn't it be lovely if we could sit on the same couch in the same cold sweat and watch a movie and be miserable and she said yes. 

Hours later, the movie developing into more sinister territory than we had imagined, our delirious asides evaporating in green tea fumes, we decided it was a lovely lazy movie night. The fact that we had to sync our computers to play the film simultaneously, or that our reaction commentary only stayed as relevant as our fingers quickly could text, the fact that we sat on opposite coasts and wallowed in our viral self-pity, it didn't seem to matter. Still the best movie night ever.

Some friendships don't even need proximity, to be real.