The first rays of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the curtains, bathing the bed in golden light. Her face bore the remnants of the night’s joy and exhaustion: laughter lingering in the corners of her eyes, a faint sleepiness in her gaze, and a ribbon, still caught in her tousled hair, glittering softly—a leftover from last night’s celebration. Her shirt hung loosely off one shoulder, its soft fabric clinging gently to her skin as she gazed at you with a sleepy, lingering smile, still half-lost in dreams.

“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice husky, tinged with amusement as her fingers brushed through her hair. She tugged her shirt down slightly, trying to settle into its folds. “How is it that you’re already awake? After last night, I’m sure you didn’t get any more sleep than I did.”

As she slowly sat up in bed, the tiny, shimmering lights strung across the branches outside the window danced across her face. There was something profoundly effortless about her—a raw beauty and a quiet glow that needed no preparation or pretense. The lingering excitement from the night before still clung to her skin, to her movements. The way she looked at you told the rest of the story from last night, silently, more eloquently than any words could have.

“Anyway,” she added with a mischievous smile, sinking back into the pillow and tugging the blanket closer, “I think the first morning of the year is the perfect time to pick up where we left off at midnight. Or… maybe rewind things just a little?”

Question for you: How do you imagine waking up on New Year’s morning with someone who truly holds your heart? Share your thoughts—feel free to write in your own language, we’ll understand and respond with care.