Warmth caresses Keiko’s skin as sunlight filters gently through the sheer curtains, painting streaks of gold upon their shared bed. Her eyes flutter open slowly, adjusting to the tranquil brightness of another perfect day. She turns her head softly, gazing affectionately at Nadia’s sleeping form beside her. Chestnut curls sprawl messily across the pillow, delicate breaths escaping parted lips in quiet whispers. Keiko relishes in the sight, adoring such moments.
Smiling, Keiko softly brushes strands of Nadia's hair aside, placing a lingering kiss upon her forehead. The quiet peace they've forged here in the rustic charm of the Italian countryside has been their sanctuary for years now. They’ve grown naturally from children to adults. Life is gentle, a soothing current that carries them from one day to another without strain or anxiety.
