"Good morning, babe." A voice penetrated to her foggy, still sleep-induced brain, waking her up in the process.
She forced her eyes open, finding the blinding light distracting her sight from the view. But she did not need to see the man to know who was leaning close to her face.
Moving closer to her, he covered the source of the bright light. It gave her a better view of the man who stood in front of her. It was the same handsome face that highlighted most of her dreams.
"Good morning too." She responded in her still raspy voice, also feeling her parched lips. She slowly let her tongue slid out of her lips, moving it around, moistening the dry spots.
She never thought that she would find herself comfortable presenting herself to this man in her messy hair and unbrushed teeth. But he had made all things impossible seemed impossible.
"How was your sleep?" He asked, clearing her face with the loose strands.
