I look at the mattress on the floor in front of me where you are lying. your ankle is still connected to the wall with a chain. I go to you and lie down beside you. I grin, wrapping my arms around your waist and my nose brushing your neck as my hands wounded under your white old dress, gently tracing patterns on your stomach. I whisper softly wake up, wake up darling.
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