he knows the dawn like his best friend. i think he could tell when the birds will start calling out. sometimes he doesn't notice he doesn't need the ceiling light anymore, the natural light seeping through the window highlighting the marble floor. but i love the few seconds of hazy semi consciousness when i feel him blanketing my back, wrapping my feet and breathing in my hair. and then black.
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