Morning boys
After a no-sleep restless night...
Where, wrapped only to the waist,
Their flailing hands meant
They were separated
To either end of their cot.
And instead, the twins searched each other out,
Twisting their heads around to see each other,
And eventually, being head-to-head anyway,
With Bastien's body moved 90 degrees to his brother.
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