Perfect Mornings, Not So Perfect Flowers

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The sun rays, even though rather dull to qualify it to be a sunny morning, yet still bright enough to upset the calmness of the room, filtered in thriught the drapes. I gave a small sigh. Stretching my legs light around, a small grown escaping my lips. Why can't I just stay in bed all day and dream happy dreams that included me and Gray and... I stopped, my brows furrowing. My eyes snapped open, and I turned around. I was all alone in bed, and my legs spread around the massive bed. On the bedside drawer was a tray of covered food, a single sunflower, and a sticky note hanging on the edge. I laughed to myself. The sort of laugh you give when you know you have gotten the best out of the best. When you have made it in life because I most certainly have. I giggled to myself and rolled to m

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