It was a meek ‘hello’ from the sun that woke him up in the end. Eyes grittily opening, he peered around from his den of blankets and creases. Outside, beyond the curtain, lay a promise of a perfect picnic-blue sky. ‘Today’, he mused, hoped, ‘today will be.’
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