Dream #1401

I had finally finished my book, and she was the first person I wanted to share it with. As luck would have it, she was the person I got to wake up next to every morning, and so the opportunity to share with her was present from the time the first shreds of sunlight scattered across our bedroom's floorboards. I watched her eyes dance across the once blank and desperate pages, now satiated from their feast of ink, for what felt like a lifetime of lifetimes. When she finished, she closed the book, looked into my own eyes, smiled, and simply said, "I love you."





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