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calendar_today24-09-2020 20:10:09

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the weight of his arms was settling, allowing a few uninterrupted hours of sleep before she stirred, mumbling incoherently in her half asleep, half waking state, remnants of a nightmare running through her mind.

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Her grip on his sleep shirt tightened, but for once she didn’t wake. The calmness of his lips on her temple and his words allowing her to sleep through the rest of the night until the first morning light.

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She didn’t stir until the point in which he sat at the edge of the bed, then her eyes slowly fluttered open, finding him in the golden light. β€œMorning.. smells like coffee..” her voice still quiet from sleep.

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His rambling might not be entertaining, but she’s not going anywhere regardless. She’ll sit and listen, or just sit. Whatever works. Paperwork should be illegal. Probably why she β€˜delegates’ as much of hers as possible.