What is it Going to be

...Half asleep, I hear a light rustle outside my window then a sunk on the right side of my bed. You lightly shook me and smiled. As always, conversation turns into an argument. Even though you were mad at me, you tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead as you held me in your arms. Many thoughts must have gone through your head while I slept so easily through the coldness that blew through my curtains. As I turned to put my arms over you, I was greeted by the emptiness of my bed. My room was cozy, but my window was closed. Did you close it after you left or is it closed because you never entered? Was it all a dream? Were you really just here?..."


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