Morning Sun (Short Short Story)

You're roused by the subtle warmth on your face, your eyes slowly opening as a beam of soft light fills both them and the room. Never one to stay in bed longer than needed, you prepare to greet the day - but as your mind begins to clear , you remember that, for a change, you're not alone. Mind catches up to body, and you recognize the weight on the other half of the bed. She's still asleep, her barely audible breaths punctuating the otherwise silent morning. You turn to face her, and she shifts ever so slightly, readjusting herself beneath the sheets. How can she possibly be this cute? You wonder if she's a heavy sleeper, or maybe just really tired after you both stayed up for so long, as you move closer to her. Closing your eyes once again, you can't help but feel yourself falling deeper in love with her, and decide that, for just a while longer, you'll stay right here, with her, as the morning sun rises.