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2 min readMar 29, 2018
The morning predawn glow found the cracks between the shades to assault Donavan’s eyes. Who in their right mind builds a master bedroom facing East? Squinting away the invasion of light offered no relief. Only, the beginning of a headache.
Donavan sat up in bed. Immediately, he sensed the unidentified rawness that flowed under the surface of his thoughts like a subterranean stream.
Was it sadness?
