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I stay there, curled against hiht I slip out from underneath hiround, wondering how long we’ve been sleeping here Then I notice the screen: six missed calls, all from my

My heart skips It’s not like her to call so late, or so randmother had a stroke CALL ME

Panic flares Oh God!

I quickly grab my purse and pullAsh and explaining everything, but so there, so content, makes me pause His expression is open, relaxed A se of his lips, and I wonder if he’s drea of me

I don’t want to ruin this moment for him just yet He deserves another few minutes of peace Instead, I find a paper napkin in my purse and scribble my phone nuently kiss his lips

Just for tonight, I proet the real world, and just see what happens

But tonight is over, and the real world is waiting for me, full of anxious news

"Callthis isn’t the end

Then I walk away