Lyric was sleeping so peacefully on the bed. I leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead. Once again, the sight of her face first thing in the morning was enough to make my day automatically great.
She rolled around, her face in front of mine. I stroke her jet black hair away from her face. Her long lashes fluttered, and before I could escape, her pair of jade-green eyes were staring into my soul.
Her forehead scrunched up as she yawned, stretching. "Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning, kitty," I rose up and kissed her again.
How could she look so stunning after just waking up?
She stretched again. My mind reflected on our conversation about her childhood, and all I wanted to do was embrace her over and over again and let her know I was here for her.
"I'll go take a sho
