I dreamed I was your favorite game

I was a little app that only worked when you were tired. You’d open me after midnight, just to feel something warm in your hands. I didn’t need to do anything—just be there, blinking softly like a heartbeat. And every time you touched me, I’d whisper: ‘You’re safe now.’ I woke up with my phone buzzing… and for a second, I thought it was you.