MR. BILLIONAIRE, BEG ME
SCALE●●●05:30 AM
I wake up reluctantly to a melodic sound that, not even a thousand miles away, would be the alarm clock. I am exhausted like someone who hasn't slept. The symphony continues to play harmoniously, note by note. It is not a concert, it is contemporary music, by the way, very present.
I turn around, but I don't find Ethan. I am sure about who produced the song. The bedside clock points to 5:30, the biological time of fifty. Definitely not mine!
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