I had not noticed how beautiful the view outside the window was initially. It was only when I was lying on his bed and looking up, did I see the silhouette of tree leaves against the dark blue sky. And when they rustled in the wind, it was a sight to behold, indeed.
His arms felt good around me, and I snuggled into the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent. And as I closed my eyes, I heard the first plump drops of rain as they splashed clumsily against his window pane. I drifted slowly to sleep, lulled by the rustling of tree leaves.
And I smiled. Because I was happy.
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