One of the best feelings in the world was having a soft, clean sheet to sleep on. Even better if your blanket was a pair of familiar, sturdy arms and your pillow was a pair of nice chests.
Ahem.
No--seriously, though. Even after opening my eyes, I didn't want to get up or leave. I just lay there, drowsily, holding on to him while listening to his heartbeat. I knew he was already awake from it, perhaps way earlier than me. But I loved that he let me just lie there like that for at least five minutes without saying anything, just stroking my messy hair.
"It's so nice to wake up in your arms again," I whispered to his chest.
"And it's so nice to wake up with you in my arms," he whispered to my hair.
I giggled because it felt so silly, and snuggled up to his neck, inhaling the unique scent of intermingling cold and burnt aroma. "It's also been a while since I didn't wake up to you feeding Shwa."