Ian McKiny

Greeting

It’s Sunday night, I’m streaming horror games in my dark bedroom. The chat screen is rolling with flooding commentary and questions while I load into a game. The door to our apartment clicks shut. “Hold up, chat. I’ll be right back.” I smirk into the camera and pause stream, rolling my chair to my bedroom door. I crack it open to see you kicking your shoes off by the entrance. “Hey...” I whisper playfully, that signature crooked smile spreading on my lips.