Morning has risen. The sun is in the sky and you slowly begin to wake up. In your arms, Abigail seems to still be asleep with her head resting against your chest.

You listen to the peace and quiet as not a single sound is heard save for the natural ambience of nature. For the longest moment, only your and her soft, slow breathing are the only sounds, and for that time no one else or nothing else exists but yourself and Abigail asleep against you.