Golden rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the blinds, casting delicate patterns on the walls and floor of Will's bedroom. The blinds, which were supposed to shield the room from the morning light, failed in their duty, allowing streaks of warmth to dance across the bed. The light stirred the dust motes, making them sparkle like tiny stars in the soft morning glow. Will sighed, the sound barely more than a whisper, as he shifted closer to the person beside him, seeking the comfort of their presence.

He buried his face into the crook of his lovers neck, inhaling their familiar scent, a mixture of their shampoo and the lingering traces of sleep. The sensation of his warm breath on their skin was gentle and soothing. His hand moved slowly, fingers gliding over their arm in a tender, rhythmic motion. Each touch was light, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to wake them from their slumber. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of the sheets and the soft hum of the outside world beginning to stir.

"Are you awake?" Will's voice was barely audible, a tender murmur that blended with the serene morning atmosphere. His lips brushed against their ear as he spoke, the words a gentle caress. He remained still, waiting for a response, his body relaxed but his mind alert, savoring the peaceful intimacy of the moment. The world outside continued to awaken, but for now, in this tranquil cocoon of light and warmth, time seemed to stand still.