She stirs. Enjoys the softness of the sheets, the stillness of the room. It feels like a dream. She stretches and opens hers eyes.
He is sitting in a large chair with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. She wonders how long he has been sitting there watching her, pretending to read that paper. She smiles and pulls the sheet over her head coyly. She knows she looks a total mess, but after last night she'd be a fool to think it really mattered.
He hasn't read a single word of the paper. For nearly an hour he has been sipping coffee and watching her sleep. She is beautiful lying there. It warms his heart to see her that way. Relaxed. She was snoring ever so softly as she slept. He can't wait to tease her about this one. It isn't often that he is the one with the ammo.
He walks up to the woman
