Embroidered Animals

I wake up to an embroidered moose staring at me, I blink him into clarity. I am awake, but I pretend to be asleep. It’s too early and your text echos in my mind. I am repeatedly disgusted with the way you used my full name, as if you were scolding a child. I feel my cheeks burn every time i think of it, even though that has long since been erased from my phone along with any other trace of you.

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