Literature
The Potters
The man woke up, but he didn't move or open his eyes. Maybe if he stood still for a little while he would fall asleep again; he needed it. He could see from behind his eyelids that the sun was already out, bathing the room with a soft, warm light. He shifted on the bed for some minutes before deciding his brain didn't want him to sleep more than he had. Slowly, he opened one of his bright, almond-shaped green eyes and smiled at the sight of his wife.
His wife. Merlin, he felt awesome when he called her his wife. It just felt as if everything in the world was perfect, as if everything was the way it was su