WarmCliché(no,stay)

So clichéd, but you look so divine in the morning light just before you wake, just before the heavy day breaks, so warm and soft and so is the light and so delicate it hums inaudibly as you groan, as you roll slightly and your arm pulls the sheets down pulls the seconds down as we grow closer towards the alarm sounds like an axe splits this moment in two and my arm moves like a suture through limbs to turn it off to turn it back two minutes so for a moment it can be just us two in the warm glowing light.

 
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