“Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it.”
“I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep.”
“Wake up, things might get rough, no need to stress, keeps you down too much. Wake up, I heard they found a solution, where will you be for the revolution?”
“His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead.“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.”
“waking up mornings brings lingering suffering”
“Haven, baby, I need you to wake up. You have to make it. I can't do this if you don't.”