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shewaswarned) wrote2013-02-02 08:43 pm
shewaswarned) wrote2013-02-02 08:43 pm
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The light streaming through the window is what wakes her first; then, shortly after that, the warmth and pressure of an arm strewn across the small of her back. She's fallen asleep on her stomach again, cheek resting against the pillow, and she can feel Matt's breathing, slow and even, against the back of her neck. Somehow she's adjusted to sleeping with someone else in her bed again. After David, she wasn't sure if she would ever get used to that presence, that weight and that proximity.
She manages to extricate herself delicately, slipping out from underneath his arm and sliding into her robe on the chest at the foot of the bed before padding into the kitchen on bare feet. From his dog bed, Zeus' head pops up and he yawns, stretching into standing. She puts the coffee on and lets him outside to run and sniff and stretch his legs, the sun barely up.
The coffee finishes brewing, but Zeus hasn't come in yet, so she pours herself a mug and steps out onto the porch with it, taking a small sip and watching him explore.
She manages to extricate herself delicately, slipping out from underneath his arm and sliding into her robe on the chest at the foot of the bed before padding into the kitchen on bare feet. From his dog bed, Zeus' head pops up and he yawns, stretching into standing. She puts the coffee on and lets him outside to run and sniff and stretch his legs, the sun barely up.
The coffee finishes brewing, but Zeus hasn't come in yet, so she pours herself a mug and steps out onto the porch with it, taking a small sip and watching him explore.