shadows stretch across the page.... spidery writing covers the paper. a candle flickers. the table stretches into the dark. i try to finish reading the paper, but sleep threatens to overtake me. i set it aside and pick up the candle. the wax drips, falls into the holder. i walk slowly into my room, finding that the door is already closed. i open it gently and find him already in bed. i sigh, and put the candle down on the nightstand. i lay down in bed and blow out the candle. an arm reaches for me. i curl up next to my love and settle down for a calm night. i start to fall alseep in his arms as he mumbles 'i love you' in my ear.

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