I awoke at dawn, as always, even though his alarm obviously didn’t go off. I wasn’t hungry, so I did my morning walk through the wisps of the dying fog on getting up. Breakfast could wait.
The fields, ever my friends, called my name and welcomed me as I forged a path through the dew-damp weeds. The wet cold of my shoes kept me cleanly in the present, forcing me to take in the spenders of the new day. The distant trees, still a mirage only glimpsed as the sun burned away the mist, for some reason reminded me of him. My heart beat faster, as my brain told me lies.
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