Josh Point of View
The soft glow of the early morning sun filtered through the curtains of Joelien's bedroom, casting golden light across the room.
It illuminated the small details—the worn books piled haphazardly on the nightstand, the stray strands of hair that had escaped from Joelien's red foxy hair, the way her sheets were tangled around her legs.
Josh slowly opened his eyes, shaking off sleep, trying to grasp the lingering tendrils of dreams he knew were slipping away.
For a few moments, he simply lay still, enveloped in the peaceful silence that only a farmhouse could offer, where the world outside was just beginning to stir. He let his eyes drift to the woman beside him, the woman who had held his heart for a long time now, a lump formed in his throat, burgeoning with a mix
