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You take down your usual mug, turn it around in your hands. No conclusions, no assumptions, no morals to the story, just hands and skin in the dark, a soft cry that echoes in your ears as if it had been etched on your brain. You can’t remember now if the cry was yours. But you do remember the terrible sudden intimacy of bodies, the intoxicating license to touch and be touched. All the usual rules of interaction -- a hug but not a kiss; touch the shoulder but not the neck; shake hands but don’t turn the hand over to investigate the secret hollowed palm, the inside of the wrist soft and translucent -- all those unspoken barriers, all torn away at once.
It's a morning like any other, except that there's someone sleeping in your bed.