The morning sun came in through the skylight. She wriggled a little, curling herself closer into him, his beard tickling her forehead as she pressed her ear to his heart. “Are you awake?” she whispered. “Hmm?” “Are you awake?” she said, looking up at him. “No.” She shifted again, his arm tightening around her. “Okay good, me too.” He groaned as she propped herself up on his chest, putting her face up to his with her eyes...