The cursed alarm. The blasted alarm. For once, I shared that feeling with Violet on a day that didn’t mean she’d be going to work. No, my annoyance was due to only having slept about three hours. Between the excitement of going to pick up our rings and us overindulging in our love showmanship, that was what I managed to sleep.


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    I woke up to a pitch-black world where the only two things that existed were Abby and I, her breathing tickling my chest as we laid in a strange bed. I felt completely awake physically and mentally, and yet, I still felt like I was in a dream.