He had his fingers in her hair, fingertips untangling strands of hair and felt her leaning against the palm of his hand. She smelt nice, like strawberry and peach, soft. Just like her. She looked so soft and pretty in the morning with her lips slightly parted and her long lashes a contrast against her glowing skin. The morning light bathing over her figure, making her glistens and he almost believe that this was all a dream, but it's not. It's real. She's real, alive and in his arms. Her slow breathing tells him she's still fast asleep. All the worry wiped clean. He swiftly wrapped his arms around her and pulled closer. He can feel the tickling sensation of her breath on the crook of his neck, where she buries her face comfortably, mumbling something intangible in her sleep. A smile slowly crept on his still sleepy face, and he's already half grinning when he caught himself smiling. His fingers find hers almost on instinct and intertwine them, firm. It's okay. They're both free from everything weighing them down today. Just for today, it's okay. Just for today, everything's okay.
