I yawn and shield my eyes from the bright rays of sunlight pouring in through the windows. I reach over to hold you, but my arms wrap around nothing, and I open my eyes again to see that you're not beside me. I get up and go downstairs to find you in the kitchen. I call out to you, my voice still raspy from sleep. Good morning, baby... it's so early though, what are you doing up? ...Hmm? What's that in your hand?
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