Morning
I woke next to a note reading; “Days don’t change, Actions do”. Upon the wrinkled paper rested a single dandelion head. My half asleep arm plucked the two from the bed and rested them on her nightstand. Once again, the bed was my own and I intended to keep it that way until she graced the room with her presence. She would do enough for both of us today.
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