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Awake. Aware.
Sunday, November 19
10:03am
Awake. Aware. Consciousness has just entered my mind. The morning sunlight illuminates the silk curtains drawn over the window. Faint voices of laughter sound from far away. I sit up in bed. The bed sheets billow and get tugged a little across my body, exposing my pale legs. She lies beside me, turned away, the blankets now pulled snugly over her shoulder. The face is hidden; hair tussled across the pillow and the line of her hip rolls with the pattern of her breathing. A nasal snore escapes from her mouth when she inhales, followed by a slight puff of air through partly closed lips. Her fingers curl about the base of her neck, thumb tucked into her palm. Without thinking I reach to touch her face--ah! Never a dull moment, I suppose. It comes rather easily--much like climbing back into an old shell. A faint intuition reenters my mind, guiding me through the movements. Words and images come into play upon their own accord; I am always subject to their treacherous sport. "Always," I mumble to myself. The word makes me chuckle, really.
The Bond
Lost Time
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