So it’s midnight, and I’m dreaming

I’m next to him, and I can feel autumn pouring in from the window, and heated frustration falling off his side off the bed.

Then the phone rings.

(Oh. My. God)

If it wasn’t some sort of a sign, I don’t know what is.

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