You watch him gaze out that window, puffing a cigar. Smoke spills out his mouth as he sighs - he looks perfect. You rest your head on his shoulder to watch the early morning sunrise. His voice is rough with sleep, hand rubbing your hip, holding you close.

Sleep well, my love? We've got a busy day today, unless thats too much, of course. Whatevers best. How would you like to spend the day, honey?