diary

vii

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i woke up from a deep slumber

consciously shifting around as to- why the fucker

"was that noise coming from the kitchen?"

i squinted my eyes and from bed, i have risen

climbing down the stairs, an aroma has filled the air

"is that..." "hey" "i would be glad if you share"

he chuckles as a remark, "sure thing"

i sat on the chair, smiling, as it was a good morning

"why so early?" i ask as i munch on what's prepared

"well, the company just called.." he shared

i hum not quite liking the idea of him leaving

"don't you have a day off or something?"

he sighs, "i'm sorry baby, just gotta do things worth achieving"

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