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Clean, fresh linen, the heavenly smell of fabric softener. The window’s open, curtain swaying gently with the breeze. It feels like a beginning, but it isn’t—maybe another new start, one of many manys.
A golden ray of sunlight climbs and dips between the sheets, playful. Illuminating what you already know: a sure smile, an open hand. Criss-crossing over a pattern of scars, making it new, making it sing, I love you I love you I love you.
Magic, how soft the hand in yours is. Not a beginning—but the start of a new day, bright and entirely yours.