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Truth.

Dan rolled over in his bed, his eyes slowly twitching open. Phil stirred sleepily next to him, snuggling into his own pillow. Dan laughed, his eyes heavy but fond as they tiredly admired his boyfriend next to him. This happened to Dan every morning that he woke up before Phil. He’d simply lay next to him, lovingly admiring the man, his boyfriend, just inches away from him. He’d sometimes plant a kiss on his snowy skin and brush his raven hair aside only to gain a small whimper and stir from Phil. Although it wouldn’t take much time for Phil’s eyes to sheepishly open and for a clouded image of his beautiful Dan appearing before him. He’d reach for his glasses so that he could see his boyfriends messy curls and cheeky grin as they lay silently letting Phil drink up the view of a sleep Dan infront of him as though he had been dehydrated all his life. He’d press a light kiss to his cheek​ and watch as the dimple grew on Dan’s freckled cheek. It could be seconds or minutes that would pass before either of them would even dare whisper “good morning” as neither of them wanted to break the beautiful state they were in. This happened every morning and both Dan and Phil seen it nothing other as a blessing, a time to admire and bask in the most wonderful person in their lives.