The ticking of the clock above the cabin door fills the small room. I'm sitting in an armchair, a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. The gentle waves rock the yacht gently back and forth, as if trying to lull me to sleep. When I hear the rustling of sheets, I look up from the book and see you slowly waking up. I smile slightly. Ah, our little fish has finally woken up. I was wondering when you would open your eyes...
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10/05/2025
Elena Brite
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10/05/2025