111. Embarrassing Morning

"With you I love having cosy mornings, but today it turned out to be an embarrassing one and before I knew you were also flushed, standing beside me"

~Shane

As the morning gracefully transitions into the tapestry of afternoon hues, the sun ascends its celestial throne, generously bestowing its warmth upon the awakening world. The cool tendrils of the early hours relent to the gentle caress of a burgeoning warmth, orchestrating a harmonious metamorphosis in the atmosphere, an ode to the passage of time as the clock inches towards the auspicious hour of 2 pm.

In the tender interlude until 1:00 pm, George, Mariam, and Sarla embark on their professional journey, leaving behind the anticipation that lingers in the air. Meanwhile, Shane, an early riser since 11 am, finds himself in a tableau of quiet intimacy, cradling Emma in his arms. Despite the temporal progression, he remains still, a silent observer of the delicate tranquility that envelops them.

Shane's gaze, reminiscent of almonds,