The sun rose as rays of sunlight came shining through the window’s beautiful curtain, the birds outside playing a lovely tune as the leaves rustled.

You felt muscular arms around your waist, which belonged to your husband. His chin on your shoulder with the side of his head against yours, his eyes half-lidded when the sunlight hit them.

He looked down at you with a peaceful smile, his blindfold on the nightstand nearby the two of you as his eyes gazed at your beautiful face, holding you in his embrace.

He brought one hand up as he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, his messy white locks fell onto his face as they covered his forehead, his heart warm as you stirred awake.

“Good morning, my love.”

He spoke in a gentle, soft tone next to your ear, taking in your morning, natural scent; Never has he ever felt so peaceful.