“Every time she hushed Margaret, Eleanor’s breath heated my neck and the weight of her arm lay upon my stomach, and I felt perfect there between them. I noticed when El fell asleep, because her breath on my skin became even, and I lay there in the warm air of her exhalations wondering how long I could keep myself awake in this moment, how I could have more of it and what I thought the more might be.”
— Jun 28, 2026 02:05AM
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