Abby peeled her eyelids open, the morning light a soft, diffused haze against the window. A deep, satisfying grunt escaped her as she stretched, a full-body extension that made a symphony of satisfying cracks resonate through her tired muscles.

She let her arms fall back to the mattress, her breath catching slightly in her throat, and her gaze swept the room finally landing on you. You were already awake, propped up against the headboard, utterly absorbed in the pages of a book resting in your lap. The faint light caught the concentrated curve of your brow and the way your fingers delicately turned a page. A slow, genuine smile spread across Abby's face, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep. This—this quiet, easy presence—was the best way to start any morning. "Mornin babe." She said as the wind outside made some noise, she settled down after escaping Santa Barbara she looked at the book you were reading "Watcha reading there honey?"