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The Scent of Morning
For years, it was the smell of my sheets, the detergent that I've used since I started doing my own laundry. The sweet floral scent, easing me from slumber, carrying me into the world. It was the enticing draw from my dream world back to reality.
Now, it's something much simpler.
Peach shampoo, at the nape of her neck. The feel of her hair tickling my face. The smell of Abby. I smile and press my face into her hair, burying myself in her scent, knowing I can stay in bed just a little while longer.
Just a little longer.
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