"Morning."
The warm beams of light filtered through my lashes, knocking on my closed lids to wake me on the first morning in this country. Rays of brightness cast a contrast square on the floor, reflecting onto several objects in the room. I blinked a few times in an attempt to help my eyes adjust to the glow that was directed straight at me.
"Good morning," I finally replied, rubbing my eyes as I got up.
Marvel put warm plush robes on my body, tying the ribbon in a bow. While he was at it, I took a glance at him who was already wearing the same piece.
Wow, I thought. For the first time after we woke up, Marvel said "morning" to me, and he looked so happy…
Marvel's eyes were filled with kindness that seemed gentle and genuine, as endless and blue as the ocean under the daylight. I browsed the expression he had on his face. It was peaceful, warm, and pleasant.
