breath in his amazing odour. When I open my eyes, I see he is still sleeping. I tenderly trace his lips, what makes him wake up. "Hey Babe", he whispers in his rough morning voice, and I reply with a soft "Hey". With sleepy eyes he shots me a loving glance. His marshmellow pink hair looks wonderful. Just when he leans over for a kiss, i hear a noise whichs source seems unclear to me. Confused I look at Michael and see him bluring. I open my eyes and blink.
