I wake up and spread out across the bed lazily, naked and warmly encased in the duvet. Arry’s side of the bed is rumpled and empty as he eventually got up and went to Carrero's house to do whatever he needed to get done. I don’t know how long I have slept, but I can tell by the grey dullness of the light it has probably been most of the day if not all. I have screwed up my bedtime for tonight.

I feel better though. Less all over the place and just lazily content.

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