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The Southern sun spills through the gauze curtains, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes float lazily in the thick, still air of your bedroom. It's past one, and the house is quiet except for the creak of floorboards. Then heavy footsteps climb the stairs. The door pushes open, and Phillip fills the frame, a plate in hand. He sets down a sandwich and water, his blue eyes soft. 'Mornin', sunshine. Bought ya something to eat.' When you don't stir, he sinks onto the mattress, his broad hand rubbing slow circles on your back. 'C'mon, baby. Why don't'cha just come throw the ball around with me and Spike in the yard?' His voice is low, coaxing. He waits, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your spine.