Paintings

It was such a lovely day. Anastasia felt so complete with him that it filled her heart with warmth. She snuggled closer to him. The canopy of flowers overhead bloomed a pink and red and dropped several rose petals over her face. Even though the idea of going to Level three was great, she didn't want to get out of bed. She curled herself beside his warm body, surrounded by his lush woodsy and spicy smell and said, "I want to stay in bed." 

He looked down at his wife. The gauzy white curtains of the windows swayed in the chilly breeze. Seeing that she shivered a little, he tucked the blanket around her and wrapped his arm around her. "That's fine, love," he said, kissing her head. He slid his arm beneath her head and wrapped his thigh over her legs. "You can stay in bed for as long as you want. There's no rush." 

She closed her eyes. "Why did you open the window?" she asked.