The next morning, the sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stirred slowly, feeling the comforting weight of Yura still snuggled against me. Sunday mornings were always our favorite – a time to relax and enjoy each other's company without the pressures of work or responsibilities.
Yura shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at me with a sleepy smile. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
"Good morning," I replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a baby," she answered, stretching lazily. "And you?"
"I did," I said, feeling a smile spread across my face. "Especially with you beside me."
Yura giggled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. "What should we do today?" she asked. "It's Sunday, so we have the whole day to ourselves."
