Intensity of words

The early morning sun filtered through the bright beautiful curtains in the living room, casting a soft golden glow across the room which brightened up the atmosphere. A plush, oversized couch sat at the corner of the room close to the down-to-ceiling windows, with its cushions adorned with many soft, inviting throw pillows around it.

Positioned amidst the soft pillows and couch, was Ethan and Ava lying there comfortably, with their bodies curled together in a delicate embrace. Her head was resting on his chest with her ear harmonizing to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while his arm wrapped protectively around her, creating a feeling of safety.

Their faces were so calm in their sleep as they remained in that position, and Ava's body seemed to stir a bit with her lips gently curving into a contented smile. She moved her face more closely to his chest and snuggled even more, loving the good mood that her sleepy self seemed to be while trying to wake up. Suddenly, she realized that