He's sleeping soundly, snoring slightly (a murmur that is similar to that of Beck sleeping), curled up on his side, facing me--but not touching.
I wonder briefly if it could be like this forever or maybe just for a few precious, irreplaceable years.
But I'm not wondering, the wondering comes later. I'm just resting my head on the pillow, watching the outline of him in the dim dawn.
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