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It’s just past dawn when I awaken with a gasp. No surprise that I’d have a nightmare. Myla still sleeps by my side, which is instantly comforting. Amazing the things you notice when in love. For instance, Myla makes these adorable little ‘ah-poo’ breathing noises in her sleep. I run my fingers through her hair and cherish this moment for the gift it is.
With the slightest of movements, I shift myself out of bed, careful to allow Myla to keep resting. I write her a quick note.
Off to rumple the couch before your mom wakes up. See you at breakfast. L.
I leave Myla’s bedroom and head into the house proper. I was too exhausted last night to really soak in my new surroundings. That said, Myla’s house is classic Purgatory: chipped walls, frayed couch, and small kitchen. Everything is run-
