Morning crept in lazily, the soft glow of sunlight slipping past the curtains and spilling across the bed.
I stirred, my lashes fluttering open as I tried to blink away the haze of sleep. The first thing my eyes landed on wasn't the ceiling or the clock but a messy mop of hair on my chest.
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