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Every time someone asked Jackson what his favorite time of the day was, he would usually answer afternoon, because he was the most active by then. He wasn't as tired as in the morning, nor as tired as in the night, he felt perfectly awake in all senses.
Even though afternoon would be his answer, it wasn't completely true even though he did like it a lot. His favorite part was the exact moment when night switched to morning and the sun would slowly and carefully creep further up on Mark, until it reached his face. On their days off, Jackson would try his best to wake up when it happened, which was really early, but he regretted nothing.
Imagine it yourself - the most beautiful and meaningful person in your life, sleeping peacefully while the sun flatteringly pointed out their appearance for you to admire.
As soon as the dawn was over, Jackson would always lean over and place a loving kiss on Mark's forehead before falling back asleep, the sweetest dreams putting a smile on his face.

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