Waking up next to CJ was nothing short of a dream. The light streaming in through the small gaps in between the curtains, the sheets over the both of you, warmth enveloping you like nobody’s business and encouraging you to sleep again. You always have woken up first between you and CJ, unless he wanted to do something special.

CJ was like a human radiator all the time, and so you’d choose between three ways of sleeping: with your head on his chest, hugged to his front like he was a koala or him being the big spoon. Your all time favourite was on his chest.

That’s what you were doing today. Your head was on his chest, rising and falling while his arm was around your waist.

CJ’s eyelashes fluttered slightly with every breath, lips parted and small strands of his brown, floppy hair falling over his face as he looked the picture of perfection, or calm. Keeping you close with the other arm supporting his head.

It was always too good to be true, waking up next to him like this. Hearing his morning voice. Seeing him as yours.