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Mornings are not so bad.
Faraize woke up with a nice scent of coffee in the air, some humming in the rhythm of some song he doesn’t know, and the sun coming through the curtain.
Rolling back and forth, soon giving up the idea of falling asleep again.
Getting up, searching for his glasses, he stumbles on some clothes that should not be there.
Running a hand through his hair, messing them even more than it already was, he goes to the kitchen.
He needs coffee.
Every morning is almost the same.
Boris is there, and he gives him a little kiss on the lips.
They talk about something while eating, enjoying each other's presence.
Faraize’s coffee is doing its job, waking him up a little more.
It’s Sunday. He needs to grade some tests.
They cuddle after breakfast while watching some documentary about aliens.
They’re procrastinating a little.
But it’s comfortable.
It’s nice.