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Waking up the the smell of hot coffee drifting throughout the house on a cold autumn morning, the sun encapsulating my body and wrapping its warmth around my hair, getting cooler as i awake gently. Finally feeling at peace and happy to open my eyes in the morning, not missing the aching echo i used to feel oscillate around my body with every breath, exchanging this feeling for a cool, crisp, breath of air, breathing away the pain of 15. Seeing my wife in the kitchen humming gently to a song we don't know the name of, delicately tiptoeing a dance around the wooden floors, swaying back and forth as she pours the milk into that rich dark coffee, a small smile ever painted on her freckled face, her hair wrapped neatly in a towel, her legs draped in plaid and a silk vest over her torso, she is the epitome of peace. I intertwine my fingers around her waist, placing my chin in the nape of her neck, still scattered with water drops, my lips planting a gentle kiss behind her ear, a sweet giggle of joy escaping her mouth as her body sways to the wordless song she hums.
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