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The morning after

It was the sound of her breathing that woke him. He turned his head. Her eyes closed, jaw slack and her lips slightly open. Her face ghostly pale. Her left arm was over her head; her right under the covers. The breaths shallow, slow. 'Marigold,' he murmured, gently pressing on her arm. He had mixed… Continue reading The morning after