Perfection

CORA

I slowly opened my eyes to the slow chirping of birds outside. The sun was high up, and the entire place flooded in light. I gave a smile, then turned on my side. Keanne was in bed with me, his eyes open, watching me.

I broke into a smile, my eyes taking him in. He looked even better, his eyes swirling around in those beautiful colours, his hair messy.

"Good morning," he whispered, his eyes drifting lower.

I moved forward. "Good morning. How was your night?"

His eyes squinted, and he smiled. "My night was perfect. How do you feel?"

The world felt new. Perfect. It felt like everything heavenly, beautiful, and perfect had fallen last night and illuminated the world in its light.

"It's beautiful. I feel... light. Perfect."

He smiled, then moved to kiss my forehead, my nose, my eyes, and the edge of my lips. "You are perfect. You always have been."

He seemed a little melancholic, and I loved to touch his face. His eyes closed, and he took in a deep, heavy breath.

"I... feel differen