As the early morning light began to peek through the slats of the bedroom blinds, the room remained enveloped in a warm, contented silence. Scarlett lay on her side, her body nestled against James's, their legs entwined in a dance of intimacy. The soft buzzing of the alarm clock was the only sound that broke the peace, a gentle reminder that the real world waited just beyond the threshold of sleep.

Scarlett's breath whispering against James's chest as the first rays of sunlight danced across their faces. The alarm clock's persistent hum grew louder, urging them to embrace the day ahead, yet they lingered in the cocoon of warmth they had created.