Elizabeth could see Charles sitting at his writing desk, his hair freshly washed and in need of a comb. His shirt damp in spots sticking to his skin, he was writing, his left hand curved in an odd angle and she knew if she leaned forward she would see his foot tapping.
She saw the coffee pot on the nightstand with a small blue and white cup and saucer sitting beside it, she reached out grabbing the pot causing the lid to shake with her unsteady hand.
Charles looked over as he capped his pen, he stood moving closer to the bed to take the coffee pot from her hand and pour a cup for her. As he went to hand her the cup he moved to kiss her lips, she turned her head aware of how bad her breath must be this morning.
He kissed her neck instead, smiling as she tucked the sheet under her arm
