MADELINE'S POV
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The morning sun awakens me, or perhaps I haven't slept with my mind spinning so much. I can't tell. Did I sleep? I recall waking up with every twitch of a finger, with every deep breath. I feel rested, yet not. It's like being tugged from slumber, and forced back into it.
I stare at the sky goes from gray to color, a bright orange and pink skittering across the sky, making the blue seem so dull when it comes.
Atlas is fast asleep beside me. His breaths falling even, his face relaxed and calm. Beauty fills the expression on his face, and I've never seen him look so...content, so peaceful. His head swivels toward me, his eyeballs flicking left to right underneath the closed lids. I lay curled on my side, arm bent under the pillow below my head. The sun becomes bright,
