It was a cloudy day. The sun resisted peeking through the thick gray sky. Jessica remained tightly wrapped in the duvet; not ready to get up at the moment. The stress from the previous day still weighed heavily on her.
Davis watched her sleeping face, his mind filled with a storm of emotions and thoughts swirling continuously. Without thinking, he raised his hand to trace the contours of her face—the soft curves of her lips, the firm, pointed nose that stood out on her delicate features.
His lips curled into a small smile as he recalled her bright smile from the day before, his heart tightened lightly. It strengthened his resolve to work hard and regain his ability to walk again. "I must get back on my feet, I must make her proud..just for her." He mused.
"Babe, wake up," he whispered softly, shaking her lightly.
Jessica stirred but then burrowed herself deeper into the duvet.
Davis chuckled. "You better wake up, or I might have to…" he teased.
