The first light of the morning sun seeped through the crystal windows of the captain's cabin reflecting on the smooth glass skin of the man lying on the bed with half his body covered in a quilt.
His long hair was carelessly scattered on his back partially concealing some red marks left behind from the previous night's activities. His sleeping posture was anything but elegant which was unlike him.
His right hand was bent at the elbow with his fingers laying flat close to his face. His right leg was slightly bent at the knee exposing a part of his thigh out of the quilt. Despite his awkward sleeping posture, his face was serene like he was having the most relaxing dream. As he exhaled the strands of hair hanging around his face fluttered with the breeze painting a stunning picture.
