“Hmmm”

you hear a muttering behind you

as you get out of bed you feel the presence of your husband’s hand on the mattress, who sleepily and confusedly searches for you on your side of the bed

“Are you running away?”

he asks you between one satisfied yawn and another.

You and Benedict have been married for a year now, but every day feels like the first. He won you over with a portrait he made of you the same day he met you, now hanging in your living room, and since then you have never left each other’s side

“Come on, come back here..”

he finally opens his eyes and turns them towards you while the sun’s rays fall on his face