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  • When he sleeps he often makes noises or moves around because he dreams so intensely.
    One time, he jumped out of the bed and onto the floor in response to something he was dreaming. He could have hurt himself.
    Another time, he woke me sobbing in his sleep. I tried to wake him. It took me too long to bring him back to the world.
    Once, he was laughing and running.
    He runs a lot in his sleep.

    His eyes are the bluest blue.
    He thinks more of me than I do.
    He is thin, but not fragile. Quiet, but capable of taking control with his presence.

    He has been growing older with me.
    Although he is older than I am, I think he is growing older at a slower pace than me.
    I will overtake him soon as my body falls apart because of genetics, history, laziness.
    He won't be sitting in a rocker anytime soon, though.
    Just slowly, slightly, shifting speed.

    His eyes are the greyest grey.
    When the light hits the skin under his eyes, it reflects (white) up into his eyes and changes their tone.
    His scar, from the surgery on his stomach, is a delicate reminder of a time before me.
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