They sat there until the sunlight rose from the horizon, shining through their kitchen window, the yellow energy touching the panes. It landed on her shoulder, his hands, her hair, her face, his neck and it shone around them.

They were a painting, a couple so in love with another that the world felt so blessed to witness their impeccable love that they could not help but to be in love with them that they decided to give to give them the kiss of the Sun.

It felt warm, it felt perfect. "We're home," they felt it simultaneously.