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A different night waking
The Dime
Came out of sleep again, gentle this time, like the stirring that comes on hearing a distant voice. Window open, a spring-night air of 4 o' clock that was only pleasant after so much winter. And it was pleasant, ecstatic, sensational along exposed skin. He was holding me tight, something I have not woken up to in many months of sleeping together. There was a heavy moon sunk deep into the dense blue of the western sky, a moon pale white and just past full. Stillness, and knowing that this time was not the hectic bodily scream for air, or movement or substance. It was a cold early morning whispering to me.

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*puuurrrrrrrr* Love this writing.

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