The room wasn't as bright as when we fell asleep and, for that, I was relieved because the mild, natural light that crept through the curtains made it easy on eyes. I was very aware of a the heavy leg thrown across my legs and I felt the soft breaths tickle lightly at my neck.
Marco was still sound asleep on his pillow. He looked so different when he slept. Peaceful. Good. Non- violent. I scoffed internally knowing that when he was fully conscious, he was very much the opposite of that.
Stupidly, I imagine life in an alternative reality. One that was completely opposite to this. If Marco were some normal man, a simple man, or maybe even a renowned business man. How different would things be if we had met in normal circumstances where the situation was not nearly as complicated.
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