"Hayle, wake up." A gentle bass voice whispered into Hayle's ear, instantly rousing him from a dream he had already forgotten upon waking. His smile emerged as he saw the familiar face lying beside him, not far away.
Hayle stretched, still longing to sink back into the warmth of his bed. It almost felt unreal being in a place covered in snow. Rolling his body and glancing around, his eyes widened at the sight of the sky, now transformed into a breathtaking scene of orange mixed with grey, touched with hints of white and pale blue.
"I guess I slept too long, huh?" Hayle asked, looking at his husband.
"Not really. I just woke up too. Besides, the view here has been stunning from dusk till dawn," Jaxter replied, gazing at the ceiling above their bed, his hands intertwined.
Hayle narrowed
