The light shone through the window, dawn breaking. Birds had been singing for at least twenty minutes.
He lay there for a while without opening his eyes. He could feel her against him, a delicate leg draped across his, a thin tender arm across his neck. He felt the naked skin of her back against his hand. Her breathing was low, rhythmic. He smiled broadly, eyes still closed.
What a wonderful morning, he thought.
Peeking through barely opened lids, he spied the clock, and saw the alarm was about to go off. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he reached out and turned the alarm off. They would be late for work today.
It would be worth it.
