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"In the quiet gray of early morning, it's easy to see Meredith for who she really is. She's the little spoon, wrapped tightly in my arms. Her hair smells like lavender and the thin, hazy light of dawn catches the outline of her face. I kiss her on the cheek-- gently, so as not to wake her-- and savor the softness of her skin. It isn't until my hand brushes against a patch of chest hair that the illusion is broken."
(Disclaimer: I work for the parent organization of the site on which this is published. I was not in any way instructed to post this here. I found it very moving.)