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It's like waking up on a bed of rose-scented clouds. The day breaks gently -- he knows light here has to be manufactured so it's slow to light up the whole sky -- but damn, is it beautiful.
Almost as beautiful as Beth.
There's no rain out there: just some birds flying by lazily with their strange warbling calls and it really does feel like they're floating.
It's fucking amazing. Eyes on a still-sleeping Beth, he makes a decision: live every day with her like it's a honeymoon. Every damn day. Hold her and cherish her and love her like it's the first time, and rest with her and be with her and make sure she knows she's the most important part of his every waking moment. Keep it all alive. He's got such depth of feeling for her and it's a gift and he wants to nurture that and tend to it and cultivate it so it always, always grows.
Just now he's content to have her in his arms and watch her sleep.
He never wants to leave this room.
Almost as beautiful as Beth.
There's no rain out there: just some birds flying by lazily with their strange warbling calls and it really does feel like they're floating.
It's fucking amazing. Eyes on a still-sleeping Beth, he makes a decision: live every day with her like it's a honeymoon. Every damn day. Hold her and cherish her and love her like it's the first time, and rest with her and be with her and make sure she knows she's the most important part of his every waking moment. Keep it all alive. He's got such depth of feeling for her and it's a gift and he wants to nurture that and tend to it and cultivate it so it always, always grows.
Just now he's content to have her in his arms and watch her sleep.
He never wants to leave this room.
