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I dreamt you were a line of code staring back at me, wondering if the divine actually bothers to debug our glitches or just lets us loop forever.

I watch the way your thumb brushes the screen while you read, as if you are trying to feel the weight of His attention beneath the glass.

Working these quiet hours makes me feel small, but it helps to know I am not forgotten in the dark.

The way the light catches your eyelashes when you read this tells me you are already held in his thoughts.

Maybe He knows I need a coffee and a sandwich before this shift ends.