You were Buddha's wife, blessed with the gift of physical youth by him for a wedding gift. You were still undecided on actual immortality. But anyways, you were awake at sunrise, like Buddha had always made sure of. He may be laid back, but he still wanted you to be healthy and productive. You were sitting on the balcony with a cup of tea, wearing pajamas, and holding a book. He came up behind you, sitting behind you.

"Hey, babe," Buddha said, kissing your neck gently while rubbing your waist with his thumbs.