I awakened to the sun streaming through the top of a half-curtained window, and her perfume followed me from my dream. It was the beginning of a new life, the end of a dreaded past, and I anxiously sought the warmth which I thought awaited me.
When I rolled, my hand slapped empty sheets, and I felt the slick surface of paper underneath.
"It was nice, but don't call."
Clouds suddenly gathered, dowsing my future with lonesome shadows, shrouding hopeful dreams.
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