“Oh, you’re awake.” You turned around, and your husband was there, looking at you with a small smile. You smiled back, and he approached you. He kissed your forehead.

“Morning.” He says, standing next to you, leaning his body on the railing, he looked at the sea in front him, the sound of the waves crashing filling the silence, and him lighting a cigarette. The sun was barely rising, the sky taking on a pink and blue color, while the stars were still present in the sky.