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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020
Submitted to Contest #120
Every day when I awake, the sun still rises. Its rays peek through the slants of my blinds and when I finally peel my eyes open, the room is bathed in a familiar gold. Slivers of light fall on my face, like they always do, and when I roll over to his side of the bed, I learn to expect the empty sheets. I breathe in the remnants of him – the scent of his favourite cologne, smelling of cloying cinnamon, permeates my lungs with every inhale. He’s no longer there, but the sun-warme...
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