KOL
Turning the knob of the bedside lamp, I watched as the room was gently bathed in a soft, warm glow, an ethereal aura that seemed to wrap our love in a cocoon of warmth and tenderness. As the soothing light caressed Becca, my heart swelled with affection, for she lay there on our bed, immersed in an undisturbed slumber.
"She is asleep," I whispered softly to myself, disappointment lingering in me. However, I couldn't help but adore her innocence in her deep slumber.
In the embrace of that gentle illumination, she assumed an otherworldly grace, a living embodiment of serenity. Each rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was a testament to the tranquility she brought into my life. Her dark, cascading locks framed her exquisite face like a masterpiece, accentuating every flawless fe
