My favorite time of day is before it starts, when there is just enough light peaking through the shaded to make out the half-closed closet doors, and just enough light that everything still looks grey. There is just enough light to make out what is visible of your face, smashed in between pillows and your hand across your eyes, and the freckle beside your ear. It's at this time of the day that you don't push away, and if I shift ever so slightly it rouses you just enough for you to scoop me up and pull me in and press your nose against my neck. It is this time of day that you don't fight our proximity, it is this time that we are closest, even though you are far away, asleep.
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