I wake up early. All is quiet except for fear, fear like a loud barking dog straining at his leash. Sharply absent are the soft rhythm of his breath, the warmth of his body, the quiet strength of his sleeping embrace. There will be many mornings like this. I will have to get used to sleeping alone, and waking up without extracting myself from his
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it will get better....but slowly, very slowly.
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