Morning sliced across my eyes from the tiny slit in the curtains.
The light chased away the yesterday of my slumber. Eyes, still heavy with sleep, flutter and I turn my face away from piercing luminescence, holding on to the last dredges of precious sleep.
"Hey babyboy."
My eyes open to hers. Lips warmed with a smile, she looks at me, through me, her gaze nourishment for my soul.
Filled with such loving affection, I sigh deeply. I take in her supple, warm form next to mine, our limbs intertwined.
"Good morning, beautiful."
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