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Pablo (
king_cool_paul) wrote,
Muse Comfort
The Muse slipped into the bed with me, pressed one arm over my chest and one leg over both of mine.
"It's a bad time, Muse," I said in the dark. "I feel like I'm falling."
"Shh," she said. She laid her head against my shoulder. "Tonight, I'm your parachute."