Hush and sleep: he says.
You know the effect such words from you, produce in me, brut(e): I think.
I smile and snuggle under the covers.
I thought I could catch you: I mumble, frowning a bit, fretting you will be gone when I re-enliven.
Outside, hail begins softly falling.
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