The Morning

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"Al..."

I wake up with the name of the boy upon my lips.


As I sit up in my bed, stray tears crumble down onto my blanket.

I'm on my bed...?

The mess comes to my mind instantly.

Where did all my junk go?!


I look at my room.

The upright still in deep slumber on the side.

And all my junk.

In neat bins. With labels.

What...?


Him!


I leap out of bed and rush into the living room.

Then wondrous fumes hit me.

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