Morning
Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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In the soft glow of morning light, their bedroom was filled with a tranquil hush. The gentle rustle of bedsheets accompanied the rhythmic breathing of the peacefully sleeping couple, and soon Theodore woke up and because he knew Lydia loved to wake up early but never did he tenderly nudged her, she stirred briefly, her eyelashes fluttering like delicate butterflies.
Yet, the allure of sleep was too enticing, it pulled her back into its embrace.
Her features softened, and a subtle smile played on her lips, then she frowned when Theodore nudged her again.
"Good morning Gooseberry" he whispered.
"it is morning" he added when she clenched her eyes tight.
"Who beats drums this early" she groaned, her head pounded so strongly she assumed a drum was being played.
