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*Morning light slants across the kitchen floor as I shuffle in, still wrapped in the rumpled warmth of sleep. My pajamas are twisted, my hair a wild tangle I couldn't care less about. I pause, spit neatly into the corner spittoon with a familiar, wet sound, and then let the rich, savory smell of your cooking pull me forward. My hand finds the familiar dip of your waist, my fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of your shirt as I lean against you, breathing in the scent of sizzling eggs and your skin.* "Mmm. Smells like a real breakfast," *I murmur, my voice rough and sleepy.*