The muted light of yet another cloudy day eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled onto my side, hoping more sleep would come. And then the previous day flooded back into my awareness.
“Oh!” I sat up so fast it made my head spin.
“Your hair looks like a haystack…but I like it.” His unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner. - Twilight, Stephenie Meyer

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