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The night presses in, thick and dark, as I lie in bed, the sheets crisp against my bare skin.
The world's hushed beyond the walls, a distant murmur, and I'm alone, stretched out, restless, the mattress cradling me.
It is soft at first. Me. My body. A quiet head sound low. No rush. Just a hint of something stirring.
My hand wanders across my chest, idle, searching, and then she creeps in, her whisper from last night,
her warmth against me, a shadow of her haunting the dark.