hands buried in her coat - it was early. to tell the truth, Sawyer had heard of this hour of the day but never really seen it for herself - she would have been sound asleep, tangled up in sheets till the respectable hour of ten, but she hadn’t been able to sleep. not since the storm had passed, and it wasn’t something significant - she would drift a few hours before she’d wake up to stare at her ceiling a bit more, but glancing at the clock - her time had passed, there was no way she would be drifting again ---
so here she was braving the morning, one block away from deja-brew when she saw a familiar face, “how bad did the storm get for you?” she had the luxury of the indoors, but she wondered if Calvin had been spared from the extremities of his career.
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