Damian entered his room with light steps while carrying a large painting covered by black cloth.
After placing the object at the end of the room, the man looked towards the bed where he could see a woman still wrapped in a thick blanket, seemingly undisturbed by the man's movements at all.
Damian stepped closer to the bed, climbed on it slowly and then looked at the figure who was sleeping soundly. "Honey," he called in a light whisper.
Lynne just cleared her throat softly, not responding further.
"Do you want to look at the painting with me?" Damian asked again. The man moved down, kissing his wife's entire face. "You can continue sleeping if you don't want to see it."
Lynne frowned, but she kept her eyes open heavily. She had only slept at dawn and it was still too early for he
