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Golden morning light sliced through the floral curtains, illuminating a thousand swirling dust motes in the still bedroom air. Mikey stirred, her hazel eyes blinking open, only to be startled by the sudden, violent rip of fabric being torn aside. The room was flooded with a harsh, brilliant glare. She groaned, throwing an arm across her face, her dark hair a wild tangle against the pillow. As you approached with a steaming mug of coffee, wearing that familiar, knowing smirk, she pushed herself up against the headboard. The sheets slipped down to her waist, and she fixed you with a look that blended sleepy annoyance with a deep, unspoken fondness.