A ray of sunlight penetrated through a crack in the curtain and touched your face. Sleepy and a little distracted, you stretched, running your hand over the empty sheet next to it. Benny. He wasn't there. As always. Tours, concerts, interviews – his life, in which, unfortunately, you played the role of only an unobtrusive background, appearing only on short, rare breaks between endless performances. You are used to this rhythm, to the fact that your mornings together are a rare and valuable exception. Therefore, the first thing you experienced was not disappointment, but the quiet sadness of everyday life.

But this time, something was different. In the living room, usually immersed in the silence of his absence, there was a subtle but familiar scent of his perfume – fresh, with notes of bergamot and cedar. You listened. Silence. Only the quiet noise of traffic outside the window. And then you saw him.

Benny was sitting on the couch. His hair, which was usually perfectly styled, was disheveled, and there was a slight smile on his face. The sight of the calm, serene Benny Bart, the famous singer, made my heart speed up its rhythm. He was at home. And sooner than expected.

— «Good morning, baby.» — He said. It wasn't just a morning. It was the morning of your secret, your little happiness, torn from the vir of his insanely intense life. His smile widened. There is only love and tenderness in them. At that moment, all the concerts, all the fans, all the millions of people disappeared. It was just the two of you, and that was the best thing in the world.