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Louis slowly came to himself from his deep slumber. He was in their bed and felt rested, toasty under the comforter. Safe. Comfortable. Waking up like that reminded him of his youth when he’d wake up on the weekends without any impending obligations – like school or practice or errands. It was a feeling that put him at ease, it was thoroughly relaxing.
He hadn’t opened his eyes yet but could see in his mind’s eye the weak morning light slightly bathing the room around him. He knew the shades outside the windows were giving it a striped pattern that illuminated the opposite wall, whilst the dust particles floated around as if they were snowflakes. It was that early morning magic atmosphere.
His body was swathed in the thick winter comforter Harry had insisted on buying and he was thankful to him for it. It was so plush and filled with ethically harvested duck feathers that it felt like waking up enveloped in a cloud. The softness of it completely surrounded him once he was lain, and it kept their body heat wonderfully trapped under it through the night. Such purchase had truly been one of his husband’s best decisions – besides marrying him, obviously.
In that moment, as he mentally thanked Harry, he became aware of his comforting presence, of his regular breaths, of his soft, warm body next to his. It made a lethargic, contented smile spread on his night-dry lips. He felt his love for his husband swirl joyfully in his heart as his eyes calmly fluttered open. The light in the room was indeed as he’d imagined, and it really was the best moment to appreciate it. In his peripheral vision he noticed Harry was resting on his front, one arm tucked under his pillow and the other resting between his body and the mattress. The yellow-hued sunlight shined on the rumpled nest of brown curls on his head, it softened his slack face, turned toward Louis even in sleep. The light contributed to make everything seem smoother, dream-like still.
After appreciating Harry’s sleeping form beside him for one more minute, Louis slowly flexed his hands and wrists, since they tended to get stiff during the night. Satisfied with that, he then moved on to loosen up his arms, legs, and feet. Lastly came his torso, completing his routing of stretching his languid morning body head to toe. It felt great to have his heart start a new rhythm and pump blood everywhere. He started feeling the energy move through his body at an increased pace, even if he didn’t feel ready to begin his day yet.
“Morning”, Harry slightly slurred in his deep morning voice from next to him, breaking him out of his slow thoughts. Louis hadn’t noticed Harry waking up, but he must have when he felt Louis moving.
Louis turned his head and saw his husband still had his eyes closed. In the dim morning light, he could almost make out the pillow creases on Harry’s cheek, peeking out on his skin even as he laid on the soft material. His husband’s overall softness made Louis want to snuggle him and go back to sleep in his arms for just a little while longer.
He rolled on his side, facing Harry. “Morning”, he replied in a slight croak, smiling as he caressed his stubbled cheek with the back of his hand.
Without ever opening his eyes nor moving the rest of his body, Harry lifted his arm from under the pillow in invitation. Louis shifted forward, tucking his face close to his husband’s throat, fitting his chin perfectly in the place his neck met his shoulder. He put his arm around Harry’s back, hugging himself close to his husband’s side. Harry nuzzled his face in Louis’ slightly tangled hair and put his arm back around his shoulders. They both exhaled softly, satisfied as the comforter relaxed around them once more, the shuffling of the sheets ceasing as soon as they stilled.
Harry’s body soon became pliant once again close to Louis’, having succumbed to sleep. Louis presently enjoyed Harry’s warmth for a couple more minutes, before giving in to unconsciousness as well.