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by Alexandra Caldwell
The Moby CD still softly sings to us on repeat in the background. Crisp, white hotel sheets drape over the three of our naked figures. I'm in the middle now, my husband's body curled around the back of mine. My fingertips lightly trace T's outline, trailing down her side, her hip, winding their way back up to cradle her head and stroke her hair in the morning's first few rays of light. I love these two people. When we're together I don't know if I could be happier.
The words form in my head. In writing, this would be easy. I could write this scene perfectly, if I wanted. But real life is scarier. The songs flow one to another. I don't know if she's even awake. I have to. I want to. I hold her close to me and whisper in her ear.
I love you.
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