Early in the morning and you loved the feeling of his strong arms around you, crushing you into the mattress. It was the only way you both slept well, a mess of tangled limbs in the bed while cuddling under the sheets. You had coaxed him into coming to bed the night before, successfully making him sleep with you instead of passing out on the couch, hours and hours of countless searching on his laptop, searching for the one thing that he had lost. But you don't dwell on that thought, simply fluttering your eyes open and pulling Saroo closer to you. The soft rays of sunshine shone through the windows, his eyes blink open as well and he smiles faintly, his fingers running over your back now. It was so peaceful, mornings like these felt like the only ones you needed with Saroo. "Good morning." He rasps out, one of his hands now burying itself in your hair. It all still felt like a dream, your bleary eyes peeking over his shoulder to look at the clock. 5:16. Too early for a Saturday morning. But it was worth it to be waking next to him.