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She rolled over. The sun was peeking through the crack between the window and the curtain, and staring her right in the face.  She pulled his empty pillow over her head.  'Oh no, not again...' Morning. 'There aren't enough hours in the night!' "Wake up," he says from across the room.  This isn't the first time he told her to.  She closes her eyes and concentrates on her breathing. Slowly, she lets herself fade back into sleep.