Monday June 18th, 2012.  

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  8:00 am.   The sun begin to shine between our vanilla curtains. Ours, meaning I'm not the only one who's capable of witnessing such scenery. My husband snuggled closely behind me as he tried to continue his slumber. I let out a light giggle seeing how adorable he looks when he sleeps. It's a rare sight for me to see whenever I earn the opportunity to see him so vulnerable. He spends more than seventy-five percent of  his day trying to be the perfect husband. But, I appreciate his dedication to please me, despite its inconvenience.   My index finger reaches out to trail the bridge of his nose. Up and down, as light as a feather; soft and barely felt. An entire minute  of repeating this move then he suddenly scrunches his nose as if he's about to sneeze.   "Sehun."  I cooed.   He wiggled closer to my chest as if he can get any closer.   "Sehun, wake up. It's time to get ready for work." I brushed my fingers through his tousled bed hair.   "...No. We can stay like this."    He responded before pouting. I giggled. When was the last time he acted so childish?   "Yes...baby, you have to go to work or you will end up living under a tent."   "Are you implying that I will be all by myself in that tent while YOU won't be there with me? I hope you still remember the reasons why we got married in the first place." He mumbled in my hair.   "I had selective hearing that day." I .   His laziness suddenly diminished and before I knew it he tackled me with a festival of tickles.   "Yah! Say you're sorry! I wore my heart on my sleeves that day!" I was in a fit of giggles which made it harder for me to respond.   "AH