The first rays of dawn crept through the heavy velvet curtains of Ciara's room, casting warm fingers of golden light across the sea of cozy blankets that draped over us.
I stirred awake slowly, the remnants of sleep carrying a weight of pleasant dreams that thrilled my heart, remnants of a magical night still lingering in the air.
As I blinked against the soft glare, my senses awakened in a rush the faint aroma of vanilla and warm cocoa, the gentle rustle of leaves outside in the morning breeze, and most importantly, the comforting presence beside me that radiated warmth.
Turning toward Ciara, I was met with a breathtaking sight a cascade of her hair sprawled across the pillows, framing her face, her lips slightly parted as she remained lost in slumber.
I felt a tug at my heart, a smile creeping onto my lips as I took in the beauty of this moment.
