He looked peaceful as he slept beside me. His ruffled and messy hair made him look much younger, for reasons I don't even know.

He slightly stirred in his sleep and slowly his eyes fluttered open to meet mine. He softly mumbled, "Good morning, love."

"Good morning," I replied in the same tone. His hand touched my face as he moved a loose strand of my hair away, which previously covered my eyes.

"Were you just looking at me?" He asked cheekily.

"Only in your wildest dreams, Holland, only in your wildest dreams." I chuckled.

"Oh, this does sound like a dream, love. You have no idea."