Fragile Morning

The first thing I felt when I woke up was a warm, soft weight against my side.

Slowly, I swam up out of sleep. I smelled her first—that special, flowery scent that was just Sienna. It was on the pillow and in the air around us.

I opened my eyes. She was asleep next to me, her blonde hair spread across my chest. Her head was tucked under my arm, her hand resting lightly on my stomach. She breathed