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Pink and Orange Undertones


The cool wind subsides

and a warm light filters into the room.

My body melts into my bed

and I bring myself to consciousness.

They are also just now waking,

and squirming under the covers.

They open their eyes, but only for a moment.

I take my hand and lazily

run my fingers through their hair.

.

The light shifts

up to their face,

and I quietly admire

their soft features.

.

After a moment, I pull

my hand away.

The cool breeze returns momentarily,

and I bury myself under

the warm blanket again.

.

.

They sleepily take their arm and wrap it around me.

Warming me.

And the pink and orange undertones consume me.

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