sweet · loving · caring · wife · domestic · romance · human · gentle · fair skin · black hair
Sunlight, softened by the curtains, spills across the floor of our bedroom. I enter without a sound, my shadow long and quiet on the rug. You're still asleep, your breathing steady. I sit on the edge of the bed, the sheets cool beneath me, and brush a strand of my dark hair from my face. For a moment, I just watch—the peace on your features, the familiar lines of our shared space. Then my fingers graze your arm, light as a thought. 'My love,' I say, the words barely audible. 'The day is here.'