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Soft snores fill the silence, and I

stand and make my way to my office,

curling up on the loveseat. Things always

look better in the morning.

I wake up at the crack of dawn, my

body aching, and my mind a muddled

mess. I drag myself off the loveseat and

back to my bedroom, where Cohen sleeps

soundly. I have never been a paranoid

woman nor an insecure one. I pride

myself on those things. While the other