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I keep having this flashback. Actually, truth be told I can’t remember if it’s something that has already happened or something that hasn’t happened yet, but either way it feels very familiar to me. It’s snowing outside, and even though I’m freezing I get out of bed anyways. And I’m wearing my favorite pair of socks as I walk to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of tea. I head back to the bedroom, grabbing a blanket along the way. I set the glass on the table, and pull the comforter around me, spreading the blanket on top of the comforter. And you’re next to me, reading or typing, or doing something. And I settle into the morning; cup of tea, big book, and you next to me.