I awaken at 7am and immediately go into overthink, that place where I so often find myself, spinning out the issues of the day, of the week, of the moment. Those crazy making stories that are my life.  And I picture your face, sideways on a pillow with a pale blue cover, eyes lightly closed to the encroaching light of today.  And you look so peaceful, angelic actually with your softly smiling mouth, that I was so hungry for last night and I wonder if you’re dreaming of me.

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