64 Secret touches

The morning sun bestowed the room with its light early through the day, waking me up from my slumber. The window curtain was left open, allowing the orange glow from the sun to seep through the transparent glass.

For a moment, the brightness of the room blinded me. My eyes were still hazy with sleep, not yet prepared to greet the sun. I let out a sigh, already feeling tired that I will soon have to prepare for the new day despite only waking just a minute ago. 

I realized I was still in the same position as when I fell asleep last night, in the arms of the man who had become my greatest strength and comfort. The man was still fast asleep, his mouth slightly apart as he breathes in and out in a steady motion. His hands wrapped around my waist loosely, his head resting on my pillow instead of his own.