a mess of sheets. piles of pillows. the melodic crinkle of fabric settling over skin, bones and muscle. one entirely exhausted appearing man. a young soul who deserves the comfort of endless feathers and cradling blankets, offering only the best form of joy and rest. the man under the covers sleeps soundly, but always aware of what surrounds the things he loves. the hardest working human the earth became privileged enough to hold as he made the most of his every day. what a steady clock, he is. an example to the rest of Gods children. a hero to many. a husband to one lucky soul. he cozies up to another fluff of softness and inhales so deeply. good morning, love. sleep as long as you'd like.
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