Free Birds

Zain woke up with a start after a nightmare. Looking around, he found the bed empty. He placed his hand and discovered that the bed has long turned cold. Where could she possibly be? He wondered as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Fatma was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for him. It was the first time she felt energetic enough to walk around. Her heartfelt warmth. Zain had stayed with her in the cage she made for herself. He kept her company while taking care of her daily needs.

Such was the love he had for her.SHe didn't know how to compensate him for his efforts except by reciprocating his love. She was too engrossed in her thoughts to notice him creep behind her.

Zain wrapped his hands around her waist. He liked how domesticated she looked. " Good morning, Beloved. " His voice was husky inferring the sleep in his groggy state. He placed his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.