I woke up unusually late — the sun was already quite high, peeking through the windows. I rolled around the bed. Jack was not there. I didn't want to get up, so I rolled around again, looking straight at the door. My body felt relaxed like I hadn't been in a while. I stared at the closed door, trying to summon Jack with my mind.
He came in soon (never expected that to work, actually), with a bouquet of roses.
"Flowers?" I asked, sitting up.
"Good morning to you too. And yes, flowers. I won't bring breakfast to bed, because then we'll just get crumbs on the bed."
"So logical," I grumbled, accepting the flowers. I stared at the bouquet, trying to see what I could do with it. I couldn't eat it, right? And the thorns make for a terrible bed. I settled for putting it on the bedside table, p
