Cora
I awake the next morning to the sunlight peeking its way through the curtains. I feel Thomas's heat wrapped around me like I am a butterfly in a cocoon. His shallow breathes hit the back of my head and I smile to myself knowing that he is exhausted from last night.
I look over at the clock to see that it is past ten in the morning and find myself panicking thinking that we have overslept and are going to be late. I turn in his arms and try to wake him.
"Thomas. Thomas. We are late. Please wake up." I feel him stir and I can tell that he is fighting to go back to sleep. I continue my assault on him to wake up when I notice that he is grinning that mischievous grin that he sometimes gets. This man is enjoying man panic!
I start to pull myself from his arms when he wraps them tighter
