The first light of morning filtered gently through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the room. I stirred slightly, the warmth of Ai's body pressed against mine grounding me to the moment. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, her fingers resting lightly against my back, as though afraid I might slip away if she let go.
Her presence, her warmth—it was everything I needed. I turned my head slightly to look at her, and the sight before me made my breath hitch.
She was sleeping peacefully, her face serene and untouched by the worries of the world. Her soft hair was splayed across the pillow, catching the faint light like strands of silk. Her lips were slightly parted, and her delicate features were accentuated by the faint blush on her cheeks.
