Golden rays of sunshine broke through that one bit in the curtain (that ONE evil bit that manages to wake you up!) The weather was warm and pleasant, perfect for today.
It was your first wedding anniversary with your amazing husband, Heine. Your eyes fluttered open, only to see your peaceful red headed husband softly snoring away. You smile and wrap your arm around his waist, and close your eyes enjoying the comforting presence of the most wonderful person you know.
You began thinking about your wedding day...
[Flashback]
You walked down the aisle in a pure white dress that Viktor generously bought new from a famous designer shop for you, your great-great grandmas veil that had been passed down for generations looked gracious on you, the blue jewellery sparkled in the sunlight coming from the multi coloured glass panes in the Maria Vetsera church, where you met Heine. You went to the church everyday to play with the children and bring extra supplies and other items for everyone, and one day you and Heine met and began talking, and fell in love.
The beautiful and elegant shoes that you had borrowed from your mother felt comfortable on your feet. (As you can see I've done that thing, you know, the one where the bride has to wear something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.)
This was purely a good day.
Heine stood at the alter, looking rather good in a black tuxedo. He was smiling for once.
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(That smile makes my heart skip a beat... I'm fangirling again)
The smile on your face was brighter than that crack of sunlight peeking through the window. Your gorgeous hair draped down to your shoulders (if you don't have long hair let's all pretend that it's in trend so you grew it out ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ )
That day was perfect.
[end of flashback]
Heine woke up and turned around to face you, a tired look on his face. You booped his nose as a morning greeting. He was quiet used to it now, so he knew that it meant good morning in your unique way of greeting him.
"Well good morning to you too, my love." You smiled when he said 'my love', even though he had called you that many times before, it always made you smile and feel happy.
"I don't want to get out of beeeedddd..." you groaned due to extreme laziness.
"Honey, you never want to get out of bed." You giggled and snuggled up to him.
"Heh, you got that right." Just then your stomach growled.
"I'm hungry, but I don't want to get out of bed...what does one do in this tricky situation, I could persuade my husband to get out of bed and make me some food but then I can't snuggle him, what to do, what to do?" You had a questioning face and put your hand to your chin.
