The sun began to rise. The sky was still pale and soft, with only a little light spilling into the room. It was not fully morning yet, but it was brighter than before. Snow outside glowed faintly in the dawn.
Lydia lay fast asleep in bed. Her breath was calm and slow. Beside her, Ivan stirred. He opened his eyes slowly. He looked peaceful. He watched her for a long moment. Her hair was spread on the pillow. Her face was relaxed in sleep. He reached out gently and began playing with her hair, turning a few strands around his finger. He smiled to himself.
Lydia's eyes fluttered open. She blinked slowly. Then she saw him. She smiled a little, soft and sleepy.
"Good morning," Ivan whispered.
"Good morning," Lydia replied, her voice gentle.
He chuckled softly. She noticed and sat up a little.
"What is it?" she asked, curious.
"It is nothing," he said, still chuckling.
"If it is nothing, then why are you laughing?" she asked, smiling now.
