The Saturday morning sun was already beginning to shine outside the window, creeping a little through the crack of the curtained curtains and flooding the dark bedroom with the golden glow of the first rays of the morning sun. John rolled over on his back, putting his left arm behind his head and his right hand on his stomach, continuing to sleep carefree, not at all disturbed by the sun. Well, he's quite a heavy sleeper, it can be hard to wake him up sometimes. His bare, slightly hairy chest rose and fell in a soft, measured rhythm, matching the serene rhythm of his heart.

The younger man fumbled a little under the covers, stirring slightly, pulling the edge of the blanket away from his face as his eyes slowly opened, getting used to the thin column of sun through the thick curtains. After staring at the curtains for a while, he yawned, rubbing his eyes before glancing over his shoulder, looking sleepily at John sleeping peacefully beside him.

The room smelled of fresh linen and the faint aroma of coffee from yesterday evening still lingering in the air. Outside, a few birds chirped softly, their songs mixing with the distant sound of a passing car. The warmth of the sunbeam created a perfect line across the bed, separating the shadowed area where they lay from the brighter part of the room.