Wayne Manor.
The trees outside the window cast dancing shadows, swaying in the breeze.
The wind passed, everything gracefully moved, birds chirped and leaped, blessing the beautiful morning.
The sunlight streamed through the half-opened curtains, scattering patches of dappled light across the bed, like a paintbrush softly drawing a warm picture on the white sheets.
The room's ambiance was cozily warm, filled with a lazy and serene atmosphere.
Chris opened her eyes, the sheet slowly slid off as she gazed at the sunshine and brushed her platinum blonde hair behind her ear.
The door opened, and Wayne came to the bedside with a tray in hand. Seeing Chris reaching out her arms towards him, he set the tray on the nightstand and bent down to hug her.
Chris nestled in Wayne's arms, breathing in the scent of her beloved, her eyes narrowing in supreme contentment.
She wished time would stop, to always remain like this.