Perfect Mornings

He wakes a little earlier to steal a moment of her resting beautifully. Leaning slightly forward, he gazes with admiration. Her mascara is smeared between her eyes. With a drooping mouth, she gives a snort and shifts away from her spot of drool. He chuckles at how she still insists on sleeping with her make-up on. As she starts to wake up, he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep to protect her insecurity.

She opens her eyes and looks over in relief that he's still sleeping. Gracefully, she eases out of the bed to freshen her breath and lightly touch up the smears on her face. She returns to his side and flips her pillow with the drool side down. He turns over and greets her with the flattened side of his hair exposed. Doing well to hide the shocking waft of his morning breath, she smiles and repeats with her own minted morning.

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