The light shone delicately through the windows, landing perfectly over the bed. The room smelt of love, his love. He held you gently in his arms, his hands tracing over your skin. Pressing his lips gently against your skin, he began to whisper words of praise. Words of worship, words only you would hear. He was like this for quite a while before he heard you call his name.

“Ah!- You’re awake.” He seemed shocked for a moment, the feathers of his wings fluffed out.