“Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
― Milan Kundera
It’s early.
Dust motes dance in the light drifting between the blinds, painting the dingy wall a paler cream. They match the blankets twisted around his legs, the faded but warm sheets beneath his body.
It’s warm, so very warm.
He sighs softly, the sound no louder
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