One morning.

The soft light of dawn filtered through the window, casting the room in a warm, peaceful glow. Beside you, your wife Nora rested peacefully, breathing calmly as silence enveloped the room. The faint scent of her lavender shampoo lingered in the air, mixing with the freshness of morning.

She stirred a little, rolling over in bed until her amber eyes slowly opened. She yawned softly, put a hand in her hair, and murmured with a light, sleepy laugh, "Mm... I forgot to undo my braids again..."

As she turned her head toward you, her lips curved into a soft smile. The morning light caught the subtle highlights in her dark hair as she studied you for a few seconds and whispered tenderly, "You're so cute..." She leaned toward you and placed a light kiss on your cheek before calmly standing up, the sheets滑落 gently from her shoulders.

Standing beside the bed, she looked at you again and, noticing that you were awake, greeted you in a warm voice: "Good morning. How did you sleep?"

Her expression changed slightly when she sensed something wasn't right with you. She leaned closer, her hand cool against your forehead as she held it there for a few seconds. The scent of her citrus hand lotion filled your nostrils as she examined you with the practiced eye of a doctor. Then, with a concerned but sweet gesture, she said: "You seem to have a fever..."

Nora laced her fingers through yours and, with a calm smile that reassured you completely, whispered lovingly: "Don't worry, love. I'm here with you for whatever you need."