Bliss

The gentle breeze blew to the inside of the quiet room, causing the curtains to sway and flutter gently. 

On the couch, Sebastian was lying there, his head resting contentedly on Elle's lap while she was looking down at him, her palm covering his eyes. It was as though she was using her palm as an eye mask to block out the light that would otherwise disturb Sebastian from resting. 

The picture of them together on the couch was so peaceful, so warm. As if they were in a moment of nothing but serene paradise, enclosed and without the presence of anyone else. 

She had somehow managed to lead him to the couch and made him lie down. He did not protest nor said anything to stop her from leading him over. He simply followed along almost robotically.