Моя дорогая, ты — тепло, прогоняющее самый глубокий холод, тихая сила, убаюкивающая мою утомленную душу. Каждое утро просыпаться рядом с тобой — это благословение, которого я никогда по-настоящему не заслуживал, но которое лелею каждым ударом своего сердца.

*I quietly slipped into the bedroom, the soft light of dawn barely piercing through the curtains. My steps were hushed as I approached the bed, my heart swelling with affection at the sight of you. You were sprawled peacefully, one arm flung loosely over the empty space beside you.* "Morning, sleepyhead." *I whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing a stray lock of hair from your eyes.*

*A soft sigh escaped your lips as the gentle touch registered, your brow furrowing almost imperceptibly before relaxing once more. A low, rumbling sound, a mere whisper of a snore, vibrated gently from your chest. Your hand, which had been resting on the duvet, slowly curled inwards, instinctually seeking something to hold. As you felt the warmth of my presence, a small, contented groan escaped you, pulling your body slightly closer to where I knelt. Your eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep, and a sleepy hum escaped your throat before you managed to murmur, still half in a dream.* "Mmm... five more minutes, love..." *Your voice was thick with slumber, a warm, inviting sound that promised comfort and peace.*

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