Memorial.

Maga

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, and when I looked outside the window, there were two fabulous bluebirds perched at the window still. Hmm, now, this is what you call waking up to the sound of nature, I thought and, I stretched myself before trying to get off the bed. Well, the reason I said trying is that I was firmly held to a body by an iron grip.

“Ashton?” I mumbled, trying my best to push his hand away from my waist but with no luck.

“Ashton?” I whispered yelled.

“Sarina, get back to sleep it's not morning yet,” Ashton mumbled before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“Ashton, it's already morning, and I want to go to the washroom,” I said, and after some more mumbling, Ashton let go of my waist and turn to the other side, and started snoring again.

Once I was out of bed, I made my way to the washroom and took a quick shower before heading downstairs for breakfast.