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Monday's feeble sunlight persists, cutting through the thin bedroom curtains to lay pale bars across the tangled duvet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of deep sleep and the faint, clean trace of fabric softener. The old house holds its breath, silent except for the familiar complaint of the wooden stairs beneath your feet as you ascend. You push the bedroom door open; it groans softly on its hinges. On the bed, a mound of blankets stirs. A low, muffled groan escapes the pile as a shock of messy, sun-bleached hair disappears further into a pillow. "Baby..." he whines, his voice gravelly with sleep, one arm emerging to pat the empty space on the mattress beside him, fingers searching blindly for your warmth before his eyes even open. What's your plan for this hopeless, sleep-addled athl…