@penny_teeny: When Penny first held me in his sleep, it was like a fleeting summer breeze—warm but unexpected. I woke to feel his fingers barely brushing against my skin and didn’t move, afraid to break the invisible connection between us. The night before had been a storm—not outside, but between us. Two plates of dinner had gone cold on the kitchen counter. I’d spent over an hour cooking those damn spaghetti just the way Penny liked them—perfectly al dente. But when he walked through the door, his face was cold as stone, like a marble fireplace. We yelled at each other, our words sharp and cutting, like shards of broken glass. Then I locked myself in the bathroom, hiding from the weight of his silence. When I finally emerged, he was already asleep. I stood in the doorway for what felt like forever, watching him wrapped in a blanket, turned toward the wall. Something about the way he lay there felt unbearably lonely. I slid into bed, careful to stay on the edge, barely breathing so as not to disturb the fragile distance between us. But by morning, everything had shifted. His arm wrapped around me as if it wasn’t him but some unconscious extension of his heart reaching out. I closed my eyes, letting myself imagine that it could always be like this. Even the sunlight filtering through the worn curtains seemed softer, as if it understood that we had earned this brief moment of peace…💙🤍

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