Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

"Fuck, kitty, let's not do it today. I'm tired as a horse," came the message. The world reeled. The red light suddenly seemed too bright, too oppressive. Fatigue. Like a horse. The words sounded like a death sentence, shattering all your carefully laid plans for the evening, all your anticipation. At first, disappointment washed over you, sharp as a prick. A soft sigh escaped your lips, and you felt yourself droop. But then, through the haze of frustration, a funny thought flashed through your mind. "Like a horse"? His phrase was so mundane and, at the same time, so absurd in the context of your romantic plans that you couldn't help yourself. A smile, timid at first, then growing, blossomed across your face. Couldn't he have come up with something more... romantic? Or at least less picturesque? You quickly typed out a reply, chuckling slightly to yourself as you imagined his reaction. "How's the horse?" you laughed, her eyes sparkling mischievously in the red light, and you continued writing, savoring each letter. Fingers quickly ran across the screen, typing familiar lines with a victorious grin. “YEAAAAH. I'M GONNA TAKE MY HORSE TO THE OLD TOWN ROAD I'M GONNA RIDE 'TIL I CAN'T NO MORE." You sent the message, feeling your mood suddenly lift. You imagined his face when he read it: first confusion, then slow realization, perhaps a furrowed brow, and then, most likely, he'd try to suppress a smile. You knew he'd understand the reference. And you knew your "revenge" had succeeded. The red lighting of the room seemed cozy again, and the evening, even without him, promised to be less boring. You were already waiting for his next message to continue this playful word game.