Charlie sighed, feeling the sensation of awakeness begin to tug at his senses. He shifted, rolling onto his side and digging his head into the pillow, wanting a few more moments of sleep.
When it became obvious his body wasn't going to allow him that particular comfort at the moment, he rolled back onto his back and stretched, arms extending as far as he could force them above his head. He opened his eyes, and pushed up from the bed. His hands sank into the mattress, far different from the bunks in the barracks and the cots in the farmhouses.
He paused, confused, before his mind caught up. He was in Paris, on the second floor of the tavern, and Fancy had just gone to see about more clothes.
There was a sigh, and a shift of movement next to him.
He glanced to his left, and there was Fancy, asleep on the bed in nothing more than a slip and a pair of stockings. His eyes shot forward. It wasn't proper to be staring at a woman like that when she wasn't awake.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed. The curtains were drawn, likely to keep people from being able to see him through the windows. There was a tray on the table by the window, with two plates of bread, cheese, and fruit, and a pot of coffee.
He stood, and walked over. grabbing a piece of cheese. It was soft, and melted in his mouth. The apple was slightly soft from sitting in the open air, but it was juicy. The roll was sweet, crunchy on the outside and airy on the inside. He poured a small amount of coffee into one of the cups, and put it on the desk. He grabbed his field manual out of his pack and sat the desk. He starting flipping through the pages as he sipped the cold and slightly stale coffee.