The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. I lay beside Eileen, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the delicate curve of her shoulder, feeling the soft rhythm of her breathing as she nestled against me.
Her hair, tousled and tangled, framed her face in a messy halo, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her so relaxed, so at peace.
There was something about these quiet moments, where the world seemed to fade away and it was just us, wrapped up in each other's warmth.
Eileen stirred slightly, turning her head to meet my gaze, her lips curving into a sleepy smile. "What are you staring at?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep, but there was a playful glint in her eyes.
I chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "Just you," I admitted, my voice soft. "You look… perfect like this."
