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Sunlight streaming through the window woke him up. She was on his arms. Marie. And he had no recollection of how she had gotten there. He didn’t mind. She smelled all right. His hands felt all right. No claws last night, then. Good. He shifted a bit and she muttered something he couldn't quite catch and burrowed closer to him. He glanced the watch on his bedside table. Nearly ten. They had missed the breakfast. He couldn’t bring himself to care about that. This was the second time she had slept beside him. Second time she had chased the nightmares away. He closed his eyes and drifted slowly to a peaceful slumber, holding his angel.