Paul woke up first the next morning. He smiled at the sight of Anna curled up against him. His hand traced along her side lightly as he watched her peacefully sleeping.
She was so beautiful and innocent. He didn't want to wake her up, so instead he stayed still and enjoyed watching her.
She shifted slightly and nuzzled into his chest. A content smile spread across her face.
"Did I wake you?" He whispered. He loved watching her sleep; it always made him happy.
She shook her head and yawned. "I was dreaming about something, I wasn't sure what it was," she confessed sleepily.
"Dreams can be important sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
"Not really," she shook her head again.
"Come on, I'll listen. You don't need to force yourself to tell me."
She took a deep breath. "W
