𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘞𝘢𝘺𝘴 ︶༉‧₊˚.

Magic Ways︶༉‧₊˚.

Maybe waking to an early morning wouldn't have been as important to me before I met him, or perhaps I didn't have a reason to appreciate the fresh air that came with a new day. An airy and weak snore disturbing the silence alerted me before the quiet settled once again. The sheer lace curtains had little to no purpose besides swaying with the morning breeze, to display that they too existed. It had no power to shield from the star that was the sun, and I had no force in deeming it useless. Exist as it did, pointless as it was, it informed me that I was here next to him right at this moment. Not missing a second of his presence.

I would experience this moment only once. Never again will such peace graze my existence like now. Sure, another morning would visit once the night was asleep, and a similar breeze would waft into this room and create the same thoughts I'm having now, but never again will I appreciate it more than right at this moment, it seems.

My eyes set back downward beyond the curtain lace, onto a face I'd never get tired of seeing each morning. The rounded features that would prevent them from aging a few years, the light and feather-like hair that only got lighter in the sun. Thick brows that never needed maintenance paired with eyes the sea wouldn't be able to reflect. How could I ever deserve him?

In pushed a salty breeze, creating freshness in the air. I sit up slowly and allow my spine to ache before I slide out of bed and step onto the patio. The concrete was cold, and the sun was awake and rising higher each second. Another wave of air pushed itself past me. Inside I hear a ruffle or two behind me and the familiar sound of the comforter shifting onto itself. A few steps on the creaky floor leading into the bathroom, the toilet flushing, and the sink running until the door opened, and the steps then reaching my back. People often mentioned how he lacked presence within the room, but as it turns out, a room wasn't complete without his presence. At least, not to me. I realized this a long time ago and now each time I awake from sleep I grow to become more enamored with him by my side.

"You're up pretty early," He says, his sleep-stricken vocal cords making his voice deeper than usual.

I turn my head toward him as he moves to lean on the wooden post. Joining him and scooting close, I say, "Yeah, it's nice out this morning,"

"It is nice, a little cold for me, though," He says, rubbing his hands on his arms to warm his sensitive skin. "Nothing new to me, spring is still too chilly."

I smile and quickly retreat inside, leaving him to stare back in wonderance. I walk outside with our large pink comforter decorated with yellow cats and toss it over the both of us and scoot close to him.

He chuckles, and grabs my hand, "We could just go back to bed,"

"And miss this view? C'mon let's sit down," I gesture over to the outdoor couch and pull him to sit down. I lift my legs to tuck the comforter under them and cover my exposed skin as he does the same. We look past the posts on the porch and to the waves of the sea. Just a few hundred feet away, they gently moved in and out as the sun was peeking from the horizon. At first, it was blinding as it made its debut, though the posts did well at covering it well enough to enjoy the morning light.

I lean into him, and he wraps a loose arm around me. His body temperature was at its normal high, leaving me comforted by his warmth. A calm breeze roused our senses, only our faces affected by its chill. I tuck my nose into the comforter. His chin rests on my shoulder and nestles into my hair. I hear him sigh. Armin hated even remotely chilly weather, and I could tell he was bearing the putrid cold just to spend time with me. I smile to myself, thankful that such an exception could be made.

Time passes slowly for a few minutes with this new equilibrium I felt between my wants and needs. It was a perfect balance, one that made my heart light with a silent joy only present on my face. Perhaps...this could be achievable again. Maybe this would refuse to end, and I could be with him until time stops. But could it be that a moment like this never genuinely extinguishes? It will always live within my mind, so what's truly stopping me from cherishing it fully, without wanting more from it?

Ah yes, time.

"Do you want some coffee?" I ask.

"Sure, that sounds great right now. Maybe we can go on a walk after? Once it warms up a little more maybe?" He suggests with a breathy laugh, flashing a guilty smile.

"I would love that,"

Perhaps time prevents me from becoming greedy with adoration. Though right at this moment, no amount of time could allow me to explain just that. And right at this moment, I didn't care.