I keep running my fingers through his dark hair, over and over again, which reminds me of the times as a cowboy, I would stroke the manes of the horses, and it would quiet them a little.
His head is close to mine (but not touching), as we are both in bed, and watching the flashes of pictures from a TV, not bothering to make sense of it.
He repetitively talks about how he needs a haircut, and worries over his ball cap.
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