*Daisy’s apartment in NYC—6:20 AM*

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The morning sunbeams hit her eyes like a punch. Daisy tried to fight against it, but a fool was she, to sleep at the side of the bed that was turned to the window. But now there was no way back. Marco was sleeping like a rock, and not ever could he move by himself until he woke up. So Daisy could only turn to Marco. She would get a little taste of Marco’s morning breath, but at least the sun wouldn’t blind her. ...