Fell asleep against his knee, the most comforting thing after it's been so long.
Woke to watch the sunrise through red lace curtains.
A touch of shame. embaressment. Mostly just gratitude on the most romantic drive home ever. THe fog settling over houses, above it all, the sun rising, full moon still low.
His warmth.
After such a long night. of calling too many people. or not enough.
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