Nate rolled unto his side before the cool breeze blew over his bare torso. He always slept in nothing but boxer shorts so that the breeze surrounded him coaxing a trimmer from his body.
The sole of his feet found the comfortable surface of the thick rug which felt warm under his weight. Nate stood from the bed that helped him to fall sound asleep every night.
It was calm and quiet, signs of the early morning. He stepped with familiarity over the floor barefooted fetching his robe and pulling it over his exposed skin.
He scanned the area thinking of Halle. What was it like when she woke up in the morning? Was she reluctant or ready to get out of bed?
Nate missed her. It was as though they had been away from each other for more than ten years when in reality it was just ten hours.
Nate,
