Morning (blurb)

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The sun crept through the blinds, casting light onto your face as you shuffled in bed. Flipping onto your side you saw Phillip who was rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up.

"Morning," your voice barely above a whisper as you smiled at him.

"Mornin'" he smiled back, eyes barely open. The comforter was resting at his waistline, leaving his torso exposed and the hem of his boxers slightly peeking out. His usually perfectly combed hair was tousled, going in all different directions. You let out a small laugh as you took him in, even with his messy hair he was as handsome as ever. "Laughin' at me this early darlin'?"

"Your hair looks cute, that's all," lifting your hand up to fluff his already disheveled hair, his face scrunched letting a small smile slip.

"Okay, okay I get it," he laughed, pushing your hand off his head lightly. "C'mere," he leaned up against the headboard and opened up his arm so you could come closer. Using your elbows you inched slightly up the mattress to get closer to Phillip. As you laid down, his arm wrapped around your back pulling you closer to him. Instinctively your head laid on his chest taking in the warmth radiating off his body. "Comfortable?" he looked down at you as he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"Very," you smiled up at him before laying your head back down. His arm stayed wrapped around you holding you close in the shared bed as the pair of you watched the colors of the rising sun seep through the blinds and into the room around you.

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