It was a clear sky on a Sunday morning when I woke up and your face was the first that caught my eyes. I felt that day the feeling of having to see the most beautiful thing ever created, sleeping cozily right next to me. And then your eyes opened and your look shot right directly at my eyes. I saw billions of stars that twinkled inside the mirrors of your soul, even if the sun touched your sun-kissed skin and brightened up your cute, muzzy face.
"Good morning." You smilingly said, your arms reached out mine, held it tightly, and finally wrapped it around your body. I quickly embraced your everlasting warmth.
"There's no more good in the morning than you." I said, tried the best to tease you. I heard the sweetest giggles came out of your mouth.
And that morning ended with my lips colliding with yours, and our worlds meeting each other's garden of Eden.