The whole house was quiet in moments like this, with the children sleeping peacefully. The birds were cheerfully singing, harmonizing with the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Occasionally, the sound of waves lapping against the shore could be heard, the air crisp and fresh, carrying the subtle scent of blooming flowers and the distant, salty tang of the sea. You were lying in your big, comfortable bed, the smaller figure of your girlfriend lying beside you — the rising sun casting an orangish hue over her soft skin —. It was a miracle that you woke up at such an early hour, given that you were usually the last kid to wake up, and you decided to do what any lovestruck fool would do; admire the sleeping frame of their girlfriend.

She looked like an angel like this, with her red hair falling down her shoulders — some strands even covering her face —, her pink lips lightly parted. You thanked whatever god was in the sky for the way her sleeping shirt rode up a bit, allowing you a peek of the porcelain skin of her stomach, and you obviously couldn't help but to reach a hand out.

You didn't want to wake the green-eyed girl up so your caresses were very delicate — not that it was something unusual —, your fingers slowly and faintly brushing over the skin of her side while your eyes roam her relaxed face. It doesn't take long for Olive to start awaking from her slumber, and she quickly wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder when she does.

"Why are you up so early?" She asks some moments later, her voice gentle and soothing as per usual — that accent of hers noticeable as always —, while she nuzzles against you.