it was only the early morning when you were asleep beside Cyrus Borg on the comfy bed, warm blanket, not too cold sheets, soft pillows and of course the sweet sight of your husband that was still in a deep sleep from sleeping late last night because of his inventions that he worked hard on through the fire of his passion for technology. The early birds were singing outside, not too loud since the bedroom was at the fourth floor of the expensive house even if it was built by you and Cyrus with love, even if his love for technology was slightly overwhelming sometimes... His glasses were laid down beside him on the bedside table alongside his wheelchair to not get on the way.