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I consider myself a pretty lucky person right now. I just looked over my shoulder and saw him sleeping on our bed, passed out in his jeans and one of my white t- shirts he ruined by putting it in the dryer with pen in his pants pocket. In a minute I will climb in bed and snuggle up close to him. He will smile without opening his eyes because he knows it is me. And I will smile with my eyes open because I have to make sure this is all real.