His mouth is slightly open, and a small slither of a snore creeps out and fades again as if it changed it's mind.
The light is on next to him and it highlights the shining silk of hair on his legs.
His breath his heavy, loud. He's dreaming.
You can just see the faint squint and knit of the eyebrows as whatever's happening in his head plays out.
Today I'm not sure how things will play out.
It's raining outside and the memories of last night patter slowly into my head as if they too were falling gracefully from the sky.
I can't say today will be a good day and I won't say it will be bad.
The only thing I'm sure of is that it will begin and end the same.
With my complete love and adoration for him.
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