I just love the thought of someone waking up. maybe it’s because of the unruly hair, the morning breath, the squinted eyes, and other things that go when you wake up in the morning. I find it special when you see someone sleep, moreover when you see that someone special wake up.
It’s not the kind of waking up that means, in a hurry to go to work kind of waking up, I mean the kind of waking up right before a lazy sunday. You just wake up and see that person in one of their most fragile state, when the body just realized it’s another day to wake up.
It’s the most serene thing that you could see.