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She woke in the dark of the night, suddenly. A small smile crept its way to show after she remembered where she was and felt the warmth of a back on her left cheek. Their breathing was in sync, she counted the long and quiet strokes and stopped at 37 to notice. It was cold everywhere else except near him, the vertical blinds danced as the fan led them in their respective waltzes, and the light from the lot across the way snuck in and played quick notes like a piano on the white walls. She watched the light move from space to space in unpredictable motions as if there was no range or domain it could not reach. She could feel him dreaming, his breathing was changing in lengths, and she felt him tense up while her face was still against his spine. For a moment she touched him on his mid upper back on the raised part of the piece that was carved into him. Still asleep, he rolled over and put his hand on her neck as if it was a familiar place. Then a sentence was spoken in mumble but still clear enough to hear, not from her. Saddened, she sighed and turned onto the shoulder she did not usually sleep on after hearing the very thing she had wanted him to say. It was there amongst pillows and sheets and a whisper that she recognized yet again, that some things can only ever exist in dreams.