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but the mornings are always sweet. we hug and kiss and i close the door and just like they do in the movies: i rest my back on the door and close my eyes - taking you in one last time before smiling and giggling back to my room. i fall onto the sheets and they smell like you. i smell like you. i suffocate myself with your pillow and fall asleep only to wake up to a room lit with only the light of a dying sunset. i always reach for the blanket on the floor while wishing that you hadn’t left that morning. i become restless and i scramble for the light and a towel. i hop in the lukewarm shower after some hesitation. i smell you for a few more seconds and then the scent of cocoa butter and vanilla start to fill the bathroom. you’re gone.
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