Daluyong
ang daluyong mo
It was as if a warmth had enveloped him. A mix of amusement and adoration had him stuck in his place, chin resting on the palm of his hands, elbow resting on the armrest, and eyes fixated on the sleeping woman in front of him. She was no buxom blonde nor a gorgeous brunette; no ivory skin nor piercing eyes. She was plain, and in that simplicity, she was stunning. Armed only with sun-kissed skin, a tangled mess of dark hair and an ear-to-ear smile, she stirred the waves of inexplicable feelings in him without a second thought.