C11 ELEVEN

What Angel Wakes

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What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

SUNLIGHT, MADE BRIGHTER by the white world that lay outside, filled the cramped bedroom as I straightened the covers on Ocean's bed.

I hadn't slept a moment last night, imagining Rose as she'd looked under me, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes glassy with lust