Danielle stirred and instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed for Johnny only to find empty space that was rapidly cooling. She listened for a moment and couldn't hear movement in the bathroom, so she sat up and rubbed her eyes, yawning as she pushed herself up off the bed to look for Johnny.
She ruffled her hair as she leaned against the doorframe. "Hey," her voice was rough and full of sleep. Pushing off the doorframe, she passed through the living room to the kitchen, grabbed a carton of chocolate milk before returning to the living room to flop down on the sofa next to Johnny. "You okay?"