Morning Miracle. That morning, the moment I opened my eyes, the world seemed a little different. Bright sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, bathing the entire room in a soft golden glow. But what captivated my heart even more was the presence beside me—her. Normally, she was always perfectly made up, impeccably dressed, radiating confidence and turning heads wherever she went. But now, she appeared completely different. Barefaced, her hair slightly tousled, she exuded an aura as if she belonged to another world entirely. Her presence felt like a moment carved out of time. Her cheeks were soft, her faintly flushed skin shimmering with the morning light, sparkling like stars. Her eyelashes gently rested on her closed eyelids, making her look like a vision from a dream. Uncovered and exposed, her natural face radiated a delicate warmth that made me want to protect her—something far more tender than her usual self. Her shoulder rose and fell slightly with each breath, her lips parted just a little. Every detail carried an aching sweetness that stirred my soul. I had always found her attractive, but in this moment, she felt like an indescribably special being. I gazed at her quietly, a small smile forming on my lips. When she finally opened her eyes, still hazy with sleep, she softly murmured in a gentle, sweet voice, "Good morning... Are you still sleepy?" Her voice sounded softer than usual, resonating deep within me. Without thinking, I replied, "Yeah, I just want to keep looking at you a little longer." She tilted her head curiously, smiling—and in that instant, my heart felt completely full. Her face, bathed in the morning sun, glowed as if blessed by the heavens. Shyly, she pulled the blanket up over her head, trying to hide, but even that gesture was unbearably adorable. From that day on, I began to look forward to every sunrise. Because each morning brought her barefaced beauty—and with it, the promise of a day filled with light.