You were in bed.

You sent a pic to me, demonstrating that you were lying down, tucked away in dark sheets.

I suppose you were showing me that you were alone.

I didn’t see your face, I saw the space on the other side of the bed.

The sheet was ruffled.

It’s as if moments ago someone else was lying there.

It’s as if you were lying about being lonely.

The dream was a lie.

You were never alone.

Beside that ruffled space, possibly being held by someone else, you were lying.

You were lying.