Four AM.
Something jolts him awake, flat to sitting straight up in a nanosecond.
He could almost swear she was just there tracing a fingernail across his collarbones. Must have been a dream… Their song sticks in his head, aggravating and elusive as an itch between the shoulder blades.
Tries to resettle himself, but every possible position hits a different sore spot.
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