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Delia woke up that morning to the sunlight peeking through her curtains. It was the weekend, which meant she got to sleep in and didn’t have to worry about hurrying off to the company’s headquarters for work. As a bonus, Georgia had spent the night. Waking up next to her girlfriend was always a good way to start the day.

Slowly, she rolled over in bed. Georgia lay next to her, her eyes closed. Delia wasn’t sure if she was still asleep. But if she was, she didn’t want to disturb her by moving suddenly. So she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her sketchpad. Then she began to sketch out an image of her girlfriend.