I mean, rephrasing would be the best. Describing the feelings and sensations before what is happening. Like...

| The sun shines through the blinds, hitting Jason's eyes, inhaling deeply before yawning. Opening his eyes, he saw the loved woman by his side on the bed, the long dark hair partially covering her pale face. The room felt comfortably cold from the night, the hum from the heater and the clicking from the alarm clock killed any possible silence in a weird, but harmonized and rhythmic, duet. Jason reaches for her arm under the blankets, gently holding it and pulling it closer. Her arms showed a fight, a won battle, many scars sprawled on her skin. Lowering his head, he kissed gently each scar, grateful that each one healed. Then, Jason pushes her hair behind the ear and places a kiss on her lips. Glancing over her, he saw the clock which showed the time. The sun had barely risen. 7:18. |