Until Morning

I awoke in a bed that was disheveled. He kept it that way, sheets sweeping left and right like the movement hours before. When he pulled his white shirt off in the middle of the night, because it was a little too warm, he moved the sheets with his knees and tossed the shirt to the chair by the door. It remained until morning, as did I. 

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