It was around ten on a Monday morning and laying on the bed with his chest facing the surface of the bed, blankets covering mid-torso to the rest of his body and one of his legs dangling from the bed is a brown curly-haired man.

His full well-shaped lips were slightly ajar, light snores erupts from his nose, and would snort in between the hours he slept.

The bright light from the beautiful morning illuminates the room as the cool morning breeze swept the white curtains since he had forgotten to close the windows the previous night… again.

The ringing of his phone prompted him to get up in a...