The next morning, I awoke slowly. The sun was bright outside my window. It must have been early yet. It seemed as if the sun’s rays were coming in strong and undeterred. Even the curtains could not dull their luminance.
I felt stubborn though, and groggy from being up much of the night thinking back on the things Nicholas had said. I would undoubtedly pay for it later today.
For now, however, I could rest. Elva was still dozing soundly beside me.
I rolled to the side, enough to peer over, down at Nicholas on the ground. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyelids closed. He seemed to be sleeping as well.
Good. Then I truly did have a few minutes to wake slowly. I liked mornings like this, where nothing felt urgent. They had always been a rare gift to me.
Still on my side, I
