The second time I woke up that morning, it was peaceful. The sun was just about to come up, and dim, early morning light drifted into our room and made everything glow. It sparkled off the water in the washbasin to fluctuate restlessly on the ceiling. It bounced off the desk’s mirror to make our bed shine. Thomas’ breathing as he held me was raspy, but as calm as the breeze wafting in with the light.
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