The mound of covers shifted as she stretched beneath it, one hand appearing from beneath its edge to grope blindly along the coffee table's surface until it found purchase around warm ceramic. Her body rolled laborously to lean up on one elbow as she simultaneously bought the mug to her lips and took a sip, her eyes parting to blearily examine the man sitting near her feet through half-lidded eyes. "Hey."
Through the receding fog of sleep she noted his damp hair and the smell of his soap and was struck by how much she had missed him this time. She liked to make excuses as to why that feeling grew stronger every time he was away. This time, she told herself it was because of the attack, though she knew that probably wasn't the whole story.