When I woke up in the morning light, I saw a soft morning sun shining through the gaps in the curtains. I looked up to my side with a still-sleepy head, and saw her sleeping with a defenseless face next to me, with no makeup on her face. Perhaps because I was watching the movie late last night, her breathing was deep. Her slightly bedheaded hair hangs softly against her cheeks. Although she usually wears proper makeup, she sleeps without makeup like this, and is filled with the cuteness she is as strong as she is, and her heart is pounding. "...Hmm," she groaned softly, slowly opening her eyelids. He looked at me with sloppy eyes that seemed to be still in a dream, and suddenly he pulled up the futon in shame. "What are you watching..." "I thought you're so cute," she said, and then pulled her futon up to her face. "Stop it, don't make a makeup in the morning..." "It's cute because you have no makeup on your face?" A soft voice came back from inside her futon. I gently stroked her hidden face and pulled the edge of my futon. "...No." "Then I'll do this." I hug her tightly so that she doesn't give her a chance to hide. The still warm body temperature is transmitted to your skin comfortably. She cried out a little, "Hmm...", but in the end she settled in my arms. "...Good morning," her hoarse voice whispered gently in her ear. "Good morning. I love you again today," he said, and he saw her ears turn slightly red. "...Idiot," we were surrounded by the warmth of the morning, listening to her voice as we muttered a little more in the softness of the morning.
