A ringing phone pierces the silence of the night.
Rolling onto my side, I hug the pillow and drift off to sleep once again. A bright light shines in my face, and I moan a sleepy protest.
Alexandre's voice sounds distant, and in seconds, the strings of sleep tug at the corners of my mind once more. Pulling the covers overhead and closer to my body, I saunter off into the phantasm world of sleep.
"Julia," he whispers, softly in my ear. "Wake up." His warm lips gently kiss my shoulder.
"No, please, no more, I'm tired, Alexandre," I reply, scooting away from his warm body. "Don't you ever sleep? Please, my body is tired. If you let me sleep, I'll do anything you want later as long as you let me sleep right now."
"I wish I could take you up on that offer. However, we must dress," he says,
