The first thing Eric became aware of was the light. Soft, golden sunlight streamed through the tall windows, painting stripes across the wooden floor. The second thing was the sound of birds chirping just outside, a relentless but cheerful chorus announcing the start of a new day. He felt a profound sense of peace, something that had been absent from his life for far too long.
He smiled before he even opened his eyes. Delia was curled up against him, her head resting on his outstretched arm as if it were a pillow made just for her. Her back was pressed against his front, and he could feel the gentle rhythm of her breathing. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he used his free hand to pull her even closer. Her soft body settled against his chest, a perfect fit.
