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At first he didn’t even realize that he was dreaming. He looked at the ceiling, fascinated by the shifting shapes flickering on the smooth surface like shadow puppets. The moon was full tonight, and swaying branches, heavy with their full fall display, conjured bizarre figures that seemingly moved of their own accord.
Honi lay still for a while, listening to the night noises trickling in through his half-open window. He loved it when cool night breezes drifted over his exposed skin while he was snuggled under his warm blanket.
Adi had always complained that it made the room cold, but when he’d pulled her close to his body, she’d moved happily, throwing an arm over his waist and placing her head on his chest. Honi scrunched up his eyes, fighting against the regret and feeling of loss.
