The morning light seeped in through the thin curtains, brushing the edges of the bed in a soft glow. A hushed calm lingered in the room, the kind that only existed in the earliest hours. He stirred slowly, the comfort of sleep still weighing heavy on his eyes.
His hand was folded under his cheek as he lay on his side, facing her. And there she was, already awake. She sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, the blanket tucked securely around her lower half. Her posture was still, her gaze somewhere lost in the texture of the curtain fluttering in the wind.
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