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By Georgia Dick '29

I wake up and feel Thomas’s warm breath on my neck. His hair is covering his eyes but I can tell he’s still dead asleep His hair smells of vanilla bean My favorite When we were kids we would bake with the chefs in the kitchen and each time we used vanilla even if the recipe didn’t call for it because he knew how much I loved it I softly maneuver myself out from under his heavy arm, trying not to wake him My eyes drift toward his face, almost magnetically He looks so relaxed, with his eyebrows drawn down and his eyes gentle It seems as though in this moment, the horrors of the world have not yet reached him. His eyes flutter open. He gives me a soft smile I rethink why we were ever enemies in the first place

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