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Drury could always tell when Garfield left their bed, because Rusty always went with. The temperature took a marked downturn when there was no longer 130 pounds of fluff sprawled across your legs. In the muggy heat of a Java morning, that fluff was not missed, but it was certainly felt.
Drury sat up and dropped back, staring up at the woven reed ceiling, then inhaled the salty air. His grandparents' little seaside Limasan had been a perfect getaway spot, despite all the hassle to get out there. The floorboards creaked underfoot, his grandmother's studio smelled like paint thinner, and they had to sleep under a mosquito net, but it was almost home for Drury.
The sea breeze made the mosquito net shift where the gap had been left loose, and Drury glanced out to the deck overlooking the shore, where the first shreds of sunlight were reaching out across the sea. Garfield was curled up against Rusty, staring out at the gathering light. He looked so small against her, the breeze ruffling through his white-blond hair.
Drury slid off the bed, mindful not to make the floor creak. He tapped Garfield's shoulder twice to check if it was okay before settling behind him and curving an arm around his waist. Garfield allowed it with a content hum, gently kissing the fingers of Drury's other hand.
"You could've woken me up," Drury noted, setting his chin on Garfield's head.
"You looked comfortable," Garfield countered. "I thought you might like to sleep in."
"Maybe I wanted to watch the sunrise too," Drury whispered, then pressed his lips to the space of skin behind Garfield's ear.
Garfield laced their fingers together and heaved a contented sigh that Rusty soon echoed. Drury held Garfield close and looked out at the view.
The sunrise glowed in soft lilacs, oranges, and pinks, stretching out in uneven strokes of light, reflecting across the still water. The sea lapped against the rocks and the salty air played in their hair. Drury gently kissed Garfield on the back of his head, ruminating on the smell of smoke that always clung to him like a bonfire. He could’ve sat there all day, watching the sky shift colors until it was a brilliant clear blue, and the water would turn clear and bright blue below. If the heat would not become so intolerable just holding Garfield was difficult, he would spend the whole day with him in his arms.
“Drury,” Garfield shifted, turning back to him and smiling so his dimples set into his cheeks. “You wanna go swimming later?”
“Mm,” Drury kissed Garfield’s shoulder. “Sounds perfect.”
Garfield smiled a little wider, and Drury caught the image in his mind. His grandmother’s studio was still set up and he had more than enough paint in his bag. Just this little moment on canvas, that would make it all just right.
Just perfect.