Luna thought that she was in a dream when the time knocked on her door with blissfulness; if it was merely part of her reverie, the only wish she wanted to make was that today would never find its end.
She was not in a dream; it was all real where she lay next to Danish, her husband, with his arms wrapping around her; that man was still caught in his deep sleep. Luna rubbed her eyebrows that Danish made last night, and her lips raised into a smile.
"It's still there," her heart murmured. And she let her head stick on his chest with her eyes closed, allowing only the time to wake her up.
"Good morning."The greeting, too close to her ears, pushed her to get her eyes open; her husband's smile welcomed her once she sobered.
