I wake the next morning and rise off his shoulder. I smile because I am in his arms. I kiss his cheek and smile wider when his eyes open. "Morning." I say.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
