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supernaturally dark

The bank of fog made it almost supernaturally dark. I tried sleeping in - but the smell of him next to me was invading my dreams, so it was just better to be awake. I pulled the heavy covers up and moved in behind him being careful not to wake him. He let out that seven-year-old whimperwhine that says "no, i'm sleeping" while simultaneously backing up against me. I'd made the mistake with previous guys of daydreaming years into the future. I learned the hard way that it kept me from seeing things that were going on right in front of me in the present. I still daydream - but I also make sure I'm present in the right now. and the right now smells real good.