I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Yura's body beside me. Her head was nestled against my shoulder, her hair a tousled halo of soft waves. I took a moment to simply watch her, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, the delicate flutter of her eyelashes as she dreamed.
"Good morning," I whispered, not wanting to break the spell of tranquility.
Yura stirred, her eyes slowly opening to meet mine. A lazy smile spread across her lips, and she nuzzled closer. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.
I kissed her forehead, savoring the sweetness of the moment. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than ever," she replied, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. "Being with you… it feels like home."
