The rising sun turned the serene waves of mineral deposits into a mural of fire, bringing out rich amber, gold, and cinnabar that had previously lain dormant. I rolled over, still half-asleep, and humbled by the cave walls. My face mashed against a man's naked chest. I looked up through the screen of my hair to see him watching me back with an unreadable expression. For a moment I couldn't breathe. I didn't like it when he looked at me like that. It made me feel like I was taking a test I'd never know the answers to. It made me wish that he would kiss me. “W-why are you looking at me like that?” “Because you look like shit,” he said. “You — ” I'd forgotten that lazy, effacing grin. As if humor were something that could only be wielded with irony, because it made one too vulnerable. “You do, too,” I said lamely. “I know.”
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