She woke up that morning with a slight buzz from a long weekend and with a smile on her face. He was right there, next to her warm body. The days were supposed to be the coldest of the year. In the tens if not lower. But her bed was warm and welcoming from their nights dreams. “How can something be more beautiful?” he asked himself when he looked at her through his eyelids. He liked her a lot. He had to get up and get going but that got more difficult with every moment passing. She leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, his left cheek and forehead. She smiled as he pulled her towards himself, to have her close for these last moments before the beginning of the day. He was excited to get going, too, because he had gotten back from his winter vacation back home and had all these plans as one does after a break. But in this moment nothing could be more perfect. Her face, her hair slightly tangled, her white night gown that made her look like an angel. They held each other warmly and with open arms. Make every second count. Then he got up, went to the bathroom and took a very hot shower. He thought about her as soon as the water started to flow. He thought of her when he brushed his teeth. He thought of her when he walked back to her room. She had completely wrapped herself up in her comforter, hiding from the first light of the day. She was sleeping. It was the cutest thing. He sat down next to her under her cover. She peeked out and he gave her a last kiss. She opened her eyes slightly, her soft lips parted and quietly said good bye. He left the apartment on tip-toes after he had put on his coat, his woolen hat and gloves. His leather boots resounded in the hall way as he then stepped onto a sun-filled New York morning street. As he walked to the subway and into a busy day he missed her already.