I can only see his back.
The slit of sun through the slightly drawn curtain makes it glow subtly. The soft contours of his back muscle enhanced by the small shade that lingers below them. The light breeze making them dance like waves as it caresses the curtain.
He is asleep. Tired from a mixture of a bad night's sleep and me forcing him to wake up for a lecture.
It's 11.51. But I'll leave him to sleep longer. He looks so peaceful.
I'm sat on the floor typing away and gazing up at him amongst the empty cola bottles and pizza boxes we call the room we stay in.
The sunshine is just highlighting the mess - a constant reminder that we need to tidy, we'll get round to it.
But today, I want to spend some time in the sunshine.
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