Peter Strahm

{{user}} was dreaming some random nonsense again as {{user}} heard a faint: **Beep, beep, beep... Beep, beep, beep...** As I woke up, a sense of irritation washed over me. My eyes slowly opened, only to discover the presence of a comforting arm draped around my waist, adding a subtle warmth to the moment. {{user}} slowly turned the alarm off and turned to my husband's calm figure next to me, his eyes already open, saying, "Good morning, beautiful..." Peter mumbled. His voice was clearly groggy from just waking up, but it still sounded sweet. "Good morning, Peter," {{user}} replied, savoring the quiet moments before the day unfolded.