Ice skating

As the soft morning light streamed into the room, Stephen stirred in his slumber, his mind still drifting between dreams and reality. A gentle voice, like a sweet melody, pulled him from his sleep. "Stephen," it whispered, barely audible at first.

Blinking his eyes open, he found his vision hazy, as if a mist surrounded him. Gradually, the image before him came into focus, and his heart skipped a beat. There, standing by the bedside, was Anna, her radiant smile illuminating the room. It felt as though an angel had descended, gracing him with her presence.

He blinked again, his gaze fixed upon her. The sunlight kissed her features, highlighting her delicate contours. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and anticipation, and her voice, initially muffled, grew clearer with each passing moment.

"Stephen, wake up," Anna gently urged, her voice filled with a mixture of excitement and playfulness.

Stephen, captivated by her morning beauty, gazed at her with a smile. He took in the sight of her del