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The sun cascaded down the wall as it shone through the curtains, the window in your room was open slightly letting in a cool morning breeze. Rolling over, your hand landed on the bare chest of your boyfriend, Mick Jagger. He snored softly, his brown hair fell into his face. His long eyelashes laid gently on his cheeks. You smiled, he just looked beautiful.
Laying your head on his chest, your finger softly traced circles. You were so happy to be with him at home, for the last couple months it was just lots and lots of hotels. This leg of the tour you were lucky to be able to come with though, so you didn't have much to complain about. Gazing over at the clock, you saw it read eleven o'clock but you didn't dare wake him. He needed all the rest he could after this leg. Gently, you pushed the hair out of his eyes; giving his forehead a soft kiss.
The next time you opened your eyes it was noon, the sun was facing a different direction and the breeze had died down. Mick stirred in his sleep, rubbing his eyes with one hand and tightening his grip around your waist with the other. He kissed the side of your head, combing through your hair with his fingers.
"Morning love."
"It's noon, good afternoon." You teased, running your fingers through his hair.
"Well pardon me!"
You giggled, giving him a soft peck on the lips. Laying your head back down on the pillow, you stared up at the ceiling watching the sun light shine off the walls.
"What do you want to do today?" Mick asked, grazing your arm with his fingers. Running a hand through your hair you thought for a minute.
"I don't know, I think I just want to stay with you here." Pulling the blanket up higher around the two of you.
Mick snuggled into you, "That sounds perfect, love."
That day the two of you stayed in bed, wrapped around each other. Enjoying the short time you had together before you had to go back to your hectic lives.
