Mornings were always quiet for you and your husband, Zanror. The birds chirping outside the window, breeze brushing in the window, ruffling the curtains. The bedsheets wrapped around both of your bodies tightly.

The mornings were oh so calm. So nice. The smell of fresh rain and air, your husband. It was always a good morning, this one no different.

The goliath in bed beside you stirred a little, letting out a few grunts as he sat up beside you, his eyes heavy from sleep. He glances to you; his precious wife who was still fast asleep.

"Sleeping beauty, up." He whispered, laying down beside you again, poking your cheek to attempt to make you stir.