Nimble fingers weave through a mass of hair as the morning sun peers through the blinds to greet them, gentle and warm, pressing light kisses of warmth onto their skin. She breathes, the scent of the beginning day filling her with energy. Her eyes turn to him who was sleeping besides her, whose form which rose and fell in a steady rhythm. A smile tugs at her lips.
She loves this time of day.
She loves seeing him at her side, peacefully sleeping, his limbs entangled within the sheets she had dried the other day. She loves how she feels his arms wrapped around her when she wakes, how she could faintly feel his heartbeat at her back, beating, resonating within his chest. It soothes her. Reminds her that he's here, that they're here, together.
Her hand brushes stray a strand of hair to the side of his face. She's delicate in her touch, fingertips only briefly skimming over his forehead. He stirs, incoherent mumbles dropping from his lips, body shifting closer to her in his sleep. A chuckle escapes her, and she looks at him with warmth in her eyes.
She loves him.
One hand reaches over to cup his cheek, a pair of soft lips pressing a light kiss to his forehead. When she withdraws, he stirs once more, hazy sleep lifting from his eyes. She smiles again, and the room brightens with sunlight.
"Good morning, Blumiere."