"What's wrong? What time is it now...?"
Claude's eyes focused, and he glanced at the clock on the wall. Seeing it was only 8:40, he turned back to Lillian with a helpless look. "Why did you get up so early?"
Lillian looked at him innocently, yet with an air of self-justification. "I'm hungry."
Claude flopped back onto the bed, captured anew by sleepiness. "You could have Peter bring something over."
"But he's your assistant."
"He can also be at your disposal."
Lillian raised an eyebrow with interest. "Really?"
Claude took out his phone and tossed it to her. "Call him yourself and have him bring breakfast. I'm going back to sleep... I haven't slept well in a long time..."
Lillian fumbled to get the phone, then looked up at Claude to find he was already asleep.
She stared at Claude
