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Rude Awakening

I stretch, feeling the sheets slide along my skin as I move. My muscles protest by sending pin picks of pain throughout my body, but they vanish as I continue to twist and bend.

Last night had been one of the best of my life. I couldn’t remember his name, but his efforts and skills made sure that I would remember it when I asked him for it this morning.

I look to my right, and consider waking him up. We have only slept for a couple of hours, but that should be enough time for him to recharge and go again, right?

I reach over and slide my hand over his side, finger tips gliding from his stomach to his navel before I realize that his skin is cold to the touch.

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