I listened to your laughter above the floor boards. With my ear against the oak, I heard life spring from your lips. It was a very sweet sound. Sleep drips into my pores, courtesy of the long night I lived last night, with my eyes out the window and my pillow untouched. It's colder than it should be as I rise and prepare to dive under blue waves of cotton. Another day. One step closer. Two steps farther.
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