Patchy sunlight made patterns through the window, koalas and serpents and great loves, or the way Amélie thought that love should look. The patterns hit the wood surface and shifted slightly as the clouds scurried across the Paris sky. Amélie closed her eyes and breathed deep, soft linen that smelled rumpled, only slightly lived in. Feeling the bed shift next to her, Amélie's eyes shot open.
Nino.
His arms around her waist and his face buried in the spot between her neck and her back, his breath warm and tickling her skin.
This is the way that Amélie thought love should feel. Soft and discreet, slightly tickling to the skin.
The patterns on the floor shifted all morning as the two lovers slept in each other's arms.