The rays of new sun are dancing its morning party on the girl's long eyelashes. The light traces down her sharp features, shines over a peaceful childish face. Unconciously, she turns to the right, tries to snuggle into someone's shoulder to avoid the naughty sunlight. But never does she expect that she's snuggling into a vancancy and hit her face flat onto the fragrant bed-sheets.

That finally makes her wake up.

Grumpily, Amber ruffles her already messy hair and waddles towards the door leaf with baffling eyes trying to adjust to a new day, or more likely trying to find the missing vacancy in her place.

There he is.

A tall figure stands in her small kitchen, back facing her. The sunlight showers all over his arms and chest, because Henry always has this bad habit to sleep half-. The contrasting black and white of shadows and lights highlights his toned shoulders, which again reminds her of how stable and protective those shoulders are always for her, throughout their 8 years of acquaintance.

The Snoopy seems so lost among her hundreds of equipments and details in her kitchen. He lazily crumples his already birdnest-like hair, sheepisly