The moonlight shining through the glass doors was what I first saw when my eyes fluttered open. Waking up from a deep sleep felt good; great even.
In the background, I could hear a pen scraping against paper and the tapping of Asher's feet against the floor, a habit he had whenever he was deep in thought.
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