Kumba.I wake up to sunlight, and for a second, I don’t move. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together where I am without actually thinking about it.Then I feel it, a body next to mine, Moraa. Everything from last night comes back in fragments, blurred edges, sharp moments, the taste of whiskey still sitting heavy at the back of my throat.I close my eyes briefly, exhaling through my nose.“Good morning,” her voice comes out, soft, almost careful.I turn my head slightly.She is sitting up in bed, a tray balanced neatly across her lap. Breakfast, Juice, Coffee, the whole picture of something domestic. It's one of the things I always loved about her, she was feminine. I look at her and she is smiling up at me, I push myself up slowly, my body heavier than usual, my head dull but manageable.“Morning,” I mutter.She shifts closer, placing the tray in front of me like it means something.“I thought you might be hungry,” she says. “You didn’t really eat anythi
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