The soft sunlight began penetrating the lining of the green and white tent as the sweet smell of oatmeal cooking over the fire lingered towards her. He woke up early just so he could surprise her, which wasn't an easy feat since she was the girl that woke with the sun. Before climbing out of the tent, she bundled up in one of his grey hoodies. As she reached the morning air she closed her bright eyes and inhaled deeply. You could almost breathe in the fog that morning. In that moment of pure peace and silence, other than the crack of the fire, she looked down and it was as if that early autumn chill in the air was cut but the warmth of his smile and the love in his eyes, all dedicated to her. She sat down on the tie dye fleece blanket they made last summer. He had coffee ready, blankets, food, he thought of everything. She warmed her toes by the fire as he finished cooking breakfast. “Good morning princess” he laughed, but she zoned out, staring into the flames. Happy, content, home. That was it! She finally found her home, he was all she ever wanted and needed. Home. Something about “good morning” suddenly reached her ears and pushed through the softly buzzing thoughts. “I love you” she smiled back. Colors appeared more vibrant, the air felt fresher, and love finally seemed real.