excerpt from a book i'll never write

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… the soft bustle of the market floats through the open bay window. the sill is full of dusty pink blankets and white fur pillows. a persian cat is laying on the bed, where the dark grey comforter is pulled down exposing the sheet lighter sheet. pillows litter the ground around the bed frame. curly blonde hair is peeking out from a pillow left on the bed leading down to a bareback. the soft contours of his back as it rises and falls with each breathe. the smells of baguettes and coffee mingle with the voices from downstairs as the come through the window. the reflection of the rising sun on the Seine is the only light in the room. it lights his hair like a halo, an angel asleep in my bed- our bed. a knock on the door from M. Dore bringing croissants and black coffee. The Angel sleeps through the door opening and brief conversation but rolls over when the door shuts. a sleepy smile across his face as he rubs his eyes. The Angel walks towards the bay window, where i sit, in just his boxers and places a kiss on my forehead.

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