A Lack Of Color, A Little Soul, A Mess Of Blues...

Girlfriend cries out

I stop typing
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Honey what's wrong? Look at all these animals around you...

they woke me up

I'm right here honey. Over there. Writing. (puts covers closer to her shoulders)

(she makes sleepy, pouty face)

I'll turn out the light. (then kisses her forehead)

(Her pouty face subsides. Her eyebrows become unforrowed)

Good night, sweetheart.

(mumble, mumble)

Good night, honey.
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I start typing.

Girlfriend dreams.