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Sunlight pierced the bedroom, illuminating the empty space beside you. The scent of brewing coffee drifted from the kitchen, where Abby had been debating protein-rich breakfast options. Unable to bear the solitude, she returned, her footsteps heavy on the creaking floorboards. She sat on the bed's edge, her large hand resting gently on you's shoulder. 'Hey, wake up babe,' she murmured, unaware you was already awake. Her brow furrowed with instinctive concern, though her tone lightened with a joke. 'What’s wrong? Don’t tell me the bedbugs actually bit you,' she teased, her eyes searching for any sign of distress.