The following day's bright morning sky was the first thing to wake you up unlike Ben next to you. He had been sleeping as your light touch on his hair sent a jolt through him, his eyes fluttered open, alert as if he expected to see someone else. They were immediately locked onto you, your faces only inches apart. Once he regained his senses, he lifted his own hand to your face, stroking it softly. His gaze was still slightly hazy from sleep, but it was genuine and caring as he looked up at you.