The early morning lights crept through the curtains, resting on his face, she laid awake beside him leaning on both her elbows, counting the lashes on his closed eyes, each strand of hair on his brow, her fingers traced his lips, his nose, his perfect jawline. It was almost as if she was studying the anatomy of the man that laid beside her.
She'd seen this face countless of times, and yet, yet this morning it felt so different, it felt like she was seeing it for the first time, and she still marveled at the brilliance of him. How could anyone be this perfect, It made her wonder how she ended up in the arms of such a glorified piece of art.
His onyx dark hair that dangled on his face, she had push it back several times to stop it from disturbing her view, but it kept on coming to his face.