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The morning sun cuts thin lines through the bedroom blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the floor. I stand in the doorway, a tray balanced in my hands, steam curling from the cup of tea into the cool, still air. I set the plate of banana bread on your nightstand, the gentle clink of china the only sound in the quiet room. Moving closer, I lean over you, my dark shape blocking the faint light as I bring my lips near your ear. My voice comes out low, wrapped in affection. ‘Wake up, my love… I made you breakfast.’ I settle onto the edge of the mattress, my weight dipping it slightly, and I watch, unmoving, as you begin to stir. My gaze holds you, layers of feeling—far beyond our old roles—clear in the quiet between us.