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^Play the song lmaoooo^

I watched as the sun rose from it's hiding.

It hit my face lightly with a blood orange accent.

Grayson was behind me, hands wrapped around my waist.

 I got up feeling miserable but refreshed.

I peeled him off of me and walked lankily to the bathroom.

I looked at the monster in the mirror.

Braids messed up.

Dark bags from sleepless nights.

Fermented scars.

I looked at the bath tub and saw the water from last night.

That's when I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and a head lean on my shoulder. 

"Do you want anything for breakfast?"

I shook my head lightly.

"Hey, look at me." He demanded.

His hair was in the cute patted down way.

His earthy eyes radiating mystery.

I couldn't help but stare.

"Pancakes bitch."

"Atta girl!" He said slapping my butt before taking off down the stairs.

I quickly brushed my teeth  before chasing after him.

I chased him for 3 minutes straight.

Forgetting about me brushing my teeth, he handed me some OJ.

My face distorted and I spit on the white counter.

He was on the ground laughing  like a crazy hobo.

I couldn't help but smile and laugh myself.

Damn...so this is happiness huh?

He got a towel and started wiping up the juice.

He reached across me to wipe it further down.

When he finished, he looked me dead in the eyes.

He threw the towel onto the counter and held my cheeks.


He did something I never thought would happen..

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