At the first signs of the early hours of dawn, my eyes slowly flew open. I heard the whisle of the early morning birds. The breeze that roamed my body reminded me of the fact that I was not home in bed. Rather, I was out in the open woods, and my bed happened to be my snoring mate. I steadied myself on his heaving chest and glanced down at him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of my lips. He never ceased to look so gorgeous in the mornings. I sometimes wish he kept his hair loose and let it flow to his shoulders. It added more spice...