Daybreak, Your Heart

He reached over to stop the alarm. Pushing against the heft of the blankets, he turned, lifting, until he sat on the side of the bed. He gave the empty space to his left two taps and stood, walking stiffly to the washroom.

The kettle was on and the coffee ground.

He opened the front door and stepped out on the porch. Frost wasn’t far off now, he thought. The night slipped down behind the apartments across the street, pushed by the rising sun.

Realizing there wasn’t reason for him to wait outside, not anymore anyway, he went back in.

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