Chapter 42-1: Stolen Moments
In the morning, when the London sun shone on its residents.
Invisible sparks of golden threads shot through the clouds.
Outside, on the window-panes, the dewdrops lingered wet and slow and soft to the touch, reflecting their own brilliance.
Inside, where the fluffy and warm blankets.
The atmosphere was calm in the usual, harmonious way.
Amidst the tossing and turning of the bed, Caroline's body relaxed into a comfortable fetal position as she curled up around herself, close to him, into a deep sleep.
Dennis, who met her with a proper posture and straight back.
His sleepy eyelashes parted a little when he woke up; Revealing his light grays, under the shadows of his regular breath.
His strong neck tilted slightly to the side, adjusting his position, then smiled.
Just waking up to such a skinny and petite sight, was as sweet as the strength she possessed.