waking up in the middle of the night, straining to see in the dark, it soothed her to be occasionally embraced against that warm body. waking up at dawn, it overwhelmed her for them to simply exchange a plain old hug. every single embrace felt like it was with Him, if not generously gifted by Him. these were the simple pleasures that always got her through the day, no matter how long or short that day would turned out to be, or how colorful or common that day shall be painted. for a long time, she couldn't imagine going through a day otherwise.