Your relationship went from ambiguous to passionate, and eventually, she became your wife. From that day on, every morning, you would see her leaning lazily on the head of the bed, her fingertips twirling her hair, looking at you with a smile.
In the early morning, the sun shines through the curtains into the bedroom. She is wearing a silk nightgown, leaning lazily on the bed, her fingertips tangling her hair, her eyes blurred. "Are you really going to keep staring at me instead of holding me tight?"