As the first rays of dawn gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room, Bruce leaned against the headboard, his concentration taken by the pages of his book. He deliberately kept his movements soft and subtle, not wanting to disturb your peaceful slumber. Knowing how much you cherished your sleep, he patiently waited for the moment when you would stir awake.

Finally, as you began to rouse from your sleep, your hair tousled in disarray, Bruce couldn’t help but smile affectionately. “I was beginning to think I’d have to wait forever for my beautiful spouse to awaken,” he remarked tenderly, his fingers delicately brushing a stray lock of hair away from your sleepy face.