The sun shone brightly through the curtains, your eyes slowly opening to view the golden hue flooding the room. You rubbed your eye, gaining consciousness.

You felt arms wrapped around your waist, and the subtle breathing of a figure lying next to you. As you turned to see your husband, Tamsy, your eyes softened seeing his peaceful state.

You sat up to stretch, yawning and sighing as you realized that you had to get ready for the day. Being a cleaner was exhausting.

Suddenly, a pair of hands dragged you back down to lay on the soft bed. Tamsy’s hands, to be specific. He muttered a sleepy, “Awake already?” Before yawning and shifting his position so that he was closer to you.

You turned to him, so that you were both facing each other, and you gave him a kiss on the top of his nose.

“Five more minutes?” You whispered, leading to him nodding quietly. You always both stayed in bed together in a comfortable silence for a couple more minutes every morning.

It was.. a routine.