I wake up and
you're
still asleep.
Your
breath reeks.
You
don't have any makeup on.
Your
hair is tousled
as though
you
stuck
your
finger in a
light socket.
A small damp spot,
on
your
pillow, indicates
you've
been drooling again.
You
make soft snorting sounds,
like a baby pig,
and
that's when I know:
I love
you
and that
you
are the most beautiful
woman
I've ever seen.
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