When Rose’s eyes fluttered open to see his sleeping form still there, it was still impossible to her, as if something like out of a dream. Perhaps she was still dreaming? It didn’t stop her from smiling though followed by a yawn. Everything felt real, so maybe not. She pulled away the covers and slipped out of bed. It was time for her to get up.
A glance at her wristwatch told her that it was still morning which was good. She could start on his lessons early. Hopefully he’d wake up. Silently she tiptoed to the bathroom, to emerge several minutes later refreshed. Grabbing her jacket from the chair, she headed towards the door and exited, intending on bringing them both back some breakfast with coffee.