The morning sun lit up your bedroom, the soft breeze from outside gently blowing the curtains and the smell of fresh grass and linen gently tickled your nose.

You slowly started to turn in bed before feeling a particular pair of arms wrapping around you gently pulling you back deeper into the bed pressing you closely to them, nuzzling their face into your hair close enough to feel their gentle breath on your skin, and close enough to where you could smell his scent of pomegranate and vanilla as well as ink and paper. “Stay in bed darling…” Elliott whispered “you went to bed late last night…you must be exhausted…”

You had gone to bed quite late last night having spent most of yesterday tilling the soil and planting seeds for the new spring season after a long winter, so rightfully so you were tired.