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I really hated the sound of that alarm clock, that piercing,
irritating repeated beeping. After a second or two I slowly started
realizing that it was not just another day, it was the day.
I felt the movement in the bed as she reached for the clock and then
the beeping stopped allowing me to slip back towards tranquillity again.
"Love you," I whispered.
"Excuse me, you were saying?" she said sarcastically.
"You heard me," I said a little louder yet trying not to strain my
tired voice.
"I didn't say I didn't fucking hear you, I asked you what you said.
Repeat it, louder. And try opening your eyes this time."
After a moment of contemplating the situation I forced myself to
make an effort and sat up, looking at her. Everything about her was
beautiful even in the morning. The way that curly almost black hair just
touched her shoulders. The casual pose she held sitting on the edge of the
bed in that worn Lakers T-shirt. I took her hand and pulled...