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Dawn
Early one morning…
I wake up, uncurl, reach for you. The bed beside me is empty, but warm. I call you, imagining that you are still here, but you don’t call back. And then I remember. We’re on vacation, at the beach. I turn to look out at the expanse of sand and water and sky that so delighted me yesterday when we arrived. A beachfront room just for you, you’d said. But it was for you, too. You love to run on the beach when the sun begins to peek over the horizon. I get up, throw on the t-shirt you left on the floor and head to the balcony. I see you in the gray pre-dawn, stepping onto the sand, shirtless — my favorite view. You stretch for a few moments to shake off sleep, then turn to the left (always the left) and glide over the sand with long, graceful strides. I admire the lines of your back and shoulders, your perfect ass. I am endlessly, delightfully surprised at your beauty. I watch you until you disappear, then wait for your return.
The ocean whispers sweet things in my ear, things I know you’d say if you were next to me. The first rays of the sun kiss my face and neck and I imagine that it’s you and smile. The ocean murmurs and the day opens and I am content. An elderly couple walks along the water, holding hands, enjoying the peace of the early morning. As they come closer I see them glance at each other now and then, as if they…
