Morning’s with Sylus.

It’s what you always look forward to each day. Sweet. Peaceful. Soft. A stark difference between what the early stages in your relationship. Before now, you can recount the amount of times he would wake up before you, afraid you would be gone. Afraid you’ll escape from his grasp again. It took a lot of comforting and reassurances to help ease his mind but it was worth it. To see him sleeping on his stomach, hands under his own pillow where you’re sure he has a gun right there, the morning sun peaking through the curtains, face calm with no tension in his body or bones.

You slept on your side in a fetal position but one of your legs would always manage to tangle the his own before you would wake up. The blanket would always somehow manage to rest comfortably on his hips, on your midriff for you.