I open wide restless eyes.. in a silent house on a silent street. I would think myself infinitely alone but for the faint, whisper soft sounds elsewhere, of sacred organs rythmicaly drawing life in and out of two warm bodies, cacooned within silky sheets. The echo of their breathing does not reach me, but I imagine that it does... therefore it does
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::peeks open eyes::
....... Has the emotional blackmail worked yet?
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I'd consult an optomitrist to be certain that didn't leave any ulcers in your eyes, for those are a royal pain in the arse. Good to be back...
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