she pushes her hair back from her face in an effort to remove the stray strands that stick to eager lips awaiting a kiss good-morning. her movement causes a tired half smile that means he is awake as well, although unwilling to open his eyes he gladly accepts the kiss and smiles eyes still shut; she turns content to sleep longer. sweet dreams he mumbles as he rolls over and wraps his arm around her, almost unconscious in his efforts; she doesn't know if he realizes this is her favorite way to sleep or if he just does it because, sometimes it seems he knows without being told. she smiles to herself wondering how they made it here, and why it scares her so much. regardless of fear, she smiles a lot more now.

it will not be perfect. there will be things about him she wont be able to stand, and there will be things about her that drive him crazy. she knows it already without it even happening, because no one is perfect. but for now, he makes her feel beautiful and happy, and she still hasnt quite figured out what exactly it is she does for him, but it seems to be working.

and no one complains about smiling more.