Characters:

- NAME_1
- A woman who is in a relationship with the NAME_1.

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Story/Context:

In this story, a woman is fascinated by her lover, whom she refers to as the "NAME_1," and his ability to fall asleep quickly. Despite their passionate moments together, she becomes increasingly frustrated with the lingering scent of fish on his skin and his lack of engagement in discussions about beauty and the world. As time passes, they move in together, but their differences and the mess he creates become sources of tension. Eventually, during a picnic, he unexpectedly announces that he is leaving because he can't adjust to her lifestyle. The woman is left feeling cold and alone in her bed, holding onto the memories of their time together.

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I want you to write a short story based on this prompt - continue onto what I have already started:

It's truly remarkable for a man of his size to tumble so effortlessly into sleep; it could be amusing, to witness those very muscles that shifted crates of fish from the bowels of the trawler to the frenzied fish market for hours on end, now suddenly tighten, then relax - within minutes of climbing between the sheets. His strong and sinewy shoulders, finding gentle refuge in his well-worn pillow - their burdens released for the night.

Every evening, this same scene plays out, never failing to astound. He falls asleep the way a gentle wave surrenders to the shore, its rhythmic motion gradually calming until it melds seamlessly with the ocean. His eyelids, heavy as a fishing net laden with the day's catch, descend like a veil over his tired eyes, transporting him to a realm of shimmering dreams.

Despite the time he spends in the shower, cleansing himself from head to toe, the scent of fish lingers on his skin. When she nestles her face against his warm back as he slumbers, she inhales it, not unpleasant, but not a smell she likes either. 

Her girlfriends' dates, on the other hand, wear pricey colognes, their lingering scents gracing her cheek as they lean in for their Friday-night greetings, filling the air with an aura of opulence. She craves for those captivating scents to weave themselves into the time spent with her fisherman, but they never do, leaving her later consumed by guilt for even desiring such a thing.

