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“Gabriel,” I whisper, poking his arm. He’s out like a light. “Gabriel,” I say a little louder, poking harder. “Gabriel!” I yell, smacking his bicep. He jumps and turns to make sure I’m alright. “Good morning,” I say with a sleepy smile. “What?” he asks, confused as he looks around the room and realizes there’s no danger. I giggle, “The alarm clock went off and you didn’t even move.” He looks at the time and groans, “It’s only five o’clock.” “Yeah.” “That alarm is just a preset. I arrange for it to go off five times. By the end, I’m usually awake enough to get up.” “Oh,” I say, refusing to bad, “well I didn’t know that.” He smiles and lays back down, cuddling me close to him. “That’s okay, mate. Let’s go back to sleep.” “You sound like an Australian when you address me as ‘