In the morning I am awoken by the sunlight streaming through the windows. I turn around to face him and see that he is still sleeping. His hair is tousled and hangs over his face, his mouth is slightly open and the blanket is just barely covering his middle. I could do a lot of things to wake him, but I decide against most ideas as I choose to snuggle up more closely to him, with my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. He pulls me even tighter against him. 