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// Story: Entry #649 
// by KitsuneRisu 
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		We spent the day yesterday simply talking, and such a time it was. I reached home in such a state that I spent the day in bed staring up at the ceiling, like I was sixteen again. I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but I had such a lovely dream about rain and flowers and the scent of Contessa Grey tea.

It felt warm, and comfortable, like home usually does, like a great big bowl of soup cooked by mother. It was inviting, and loving, and it felt like a place that one would belong.

When I woke up early this morning, I found Twilight deeply asleep in her own bed, and I did not disturb her.

But how I did long to.