The old man rolls out of bed at 9:45am, his silver hair dishevelled, his eyes at the watery edge of blue.
He finds the girl on the couch.
He says, ‘I just got back from my run and swim. I hope I didn’t wake you when I got up.’
The girl smiles into her coffee, and knows that her world is perfect.
And then some.
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