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Gaping through the curtains, the morning light lurks around. Landing a gentle kiss on his forehead, she slides down the bed careful enough not to wake him up. Carrying herself together she tries to bring her hair together into a loosely tied pony tail. She looks at her own self in the mirror and notices a difference. She has not looked at herself in a long long time.
Gleaming eyes, tinted cheeks and a smile that painted a ray of sunshine all over her face.
She stood still , right in that very moment, pondering upon the events of the night, extending the smile a little longer, she thought to herself - maybe that's what Happiness looks like. Finally she met Happiness.

Curling up in that moment, giving herself a hug, she treaded gently to look at him. Through the silence of the dawn, there he was! The cute little gesture made by his smile melted her into his arms. His loving caress entwined her into his cocoon - warm, safe and enticing, all at the same moment. Giving in to the moment, they delved into each other in an universe of their own where they were the only dwellers, with a baton of peace and fulfillment. In that very moment, they were infinite.

Lingering through his Chestnut textured hair , like feathers on a pillow, she glanced into his eyes in a silent whisper. She swore she saw his soul. A captivating smile , oh so brilliant, that made her believe that world was a better place, making her wish that the moment should seize and she shouldn't see the light of the day. Breathing in a sigh of relief in her heart , she felt full. Nobody has ever been so kind and generous to her, she felt vulnerable and empowered all at the same time. All she knew that the time was theirs and noone could pull them apart.

Little did she know that the chords of her heart would be challenged by someone she barely knew. If she had to recall, she wouldn't even know when she had given herself away. All she knew that his arms made her wild and free. One of those feelings a writer writes monologue about, poets write verses about and the choir sing songs about.

With the first Rays of the Sun, she had found her Sunshine. Right across her face, entwined around her, with a brighter smile and a bigger heart, she found her constant.

And she realised as her morning solidified Into his , that sometimes HOME is not a place but a feeling.