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I love waking up in your bed. We always wake up early, it doesn’t matter how late we went to bed, our eyes are open at 6:30 AM and we roll around and crack jokes and you kiss me and rub your nose against my neck and fall asleep again. Usually I do too. But I don’t mind when I can’t because your breathing is slow and steady and we live in a strange city and I can listen to the sounds it makes. A car speeding down your block. Your neighbor throwing out his trash. The palm fronds slap against your windows in the breeze and I am in love with Los Angeles and I am in love with you.