THE EARLY morning sun hit them like a lightning bolt flashing in the darkened sky; it was quick and effective enough for the duo to awaken from their slumber. Dylan groggily turned his head to the right, seeing his wife groggily open her eyes. She gave out a weak smile, then attempted to close her eyes once again.

However, the initial plan of returning to her sleep didn't work, because the man lying adjacently to her began to greet her a gentle good morning, which the young woman took a guess at and assumed it was time to wake up and face another day of no recollection, another day filled with frustration.

"Good morning," Valerie replied. She sat up and looked out the window. "how did you sleep?" she asked him.

"I slept okay," Dylan replied. He looks down, biting his lower lip slightly as the memory of yesterday's events took course in his mind. "I'm sorry for what I said yesterday."

Valerie nodded in understanding. She, too, felt the frustration of not remembering things. "It's okay," she said, giving a warm smile. "it just happened. I'm sure we'll get through this somehow."

For the first time in the past month, Valerie placed her hand on top of Dylan's; patting it with her fingertips, finishing it off with a simple affectionate rub. She then got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom.

When he heard the shower running behind the closed door, Dylan laid back down and stared up at the ceiling; feeling an electric wave course through his arm from where his wife touched him. She had that effect on him --- it was electrifying.

He then inhaled the clean air of the room, and smiled. Things were starting to return back to their normal states.

"Hey!" Valerie called from the bathroom, "Hey, uh, guy with the weird-looking hair! I need a towel!"

He spoke too soon. Damn, he thought. I seriously thought she was starting to remember things.

Sitting up, Dylan grabbed a towel from one of the drawers and handed her the object without looking in the bathroom. As much as he wanted to join her, he knew he couldn't. It'd be weird for her.

"Here you go," he said, "and my name is Dylan." he felt his wife grasp onto the fluffy fabric of the towel and thanked him, saying his name afterward. The young man then proceeded to make breakfast.

He had to do this surprise as soon as he could. His life, his marriage, and his entire universe depended on it.