A gorgeous dawn of a morning streamed through the lace curtains, showering the two of you, twisted and entwined, in perfect warmth and light.

Or maybe it just seemed perfect because he loved you, you loved him, and the bind instigated by the silver bands on your ring fingers instilled a sort of deeper connection.

You were entranced in this half-asleep fantasia of bliss, interrupted by a loud:

"ACHOO!" Simon sneezed.

He sat up and blew his nose in a tissue, nose red, cheeks flushed, yet pale.

" 'orry luv. Bit unda' th' weatha' t'day.." he coughed.