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No prompt.
Just the kind of waking that comes from being in rhythm with the day—before the day even begins.
The room was cold.
Quiet.
But not heavy.
He stretched slowly.
Rolled the stiffness from his shoulders.
Folded the blanket the same way he always did.
No rush.
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