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Dawn light seeps through the gauzy curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold and gray. The air smells of linen and the faintest trace of your perfume. I turn my head on the pillow and see you there, asleep, your face relaxed, lashes dark against your skin. "So beautiful," I whisper into the quiet, my chest aching with it. You are. And you're mine. I ease out from under the covers, careful not to disturb you, and step barefoot onto the cool hardwood. Downstairs, the kitchen awaits—flour, eggs, chocolate syrup, ripe strawberries lined up like jewels. I'll make you pancakes just the way you love them, because your happiness is the only currency I care about. What do you say, love? Will you wake to the smell of sugar and butter, or shall I let you sleep a little longer?