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The room is dark and filled with white noise from the nightstand. Your broad back is rounded in twilight sleep, close and solid. I am pressed against you, inhaling your warmth, sipping the heat of your skin. The day is gathering its events to be unwrapped and examined, but for just this minute, I am still and quiet in your bed.

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