The secret agent woke to the scent of batter, syrup, and coffee wafting into the bedroom. The pleasant sounds of Leif puttering around and cooking met her ears. Roxy smiled into her pillow with glee as she lay on her stomach and then stretched out from fingertips to toes under the soft, thick, pastel colored blanket. There were long stretches of time on the island, and now here on the space station, where she had thought maybe she was in some kind of coma or nightmare. Everything felt so horrible. Daily on-goings were the same thing Sunday through Saturday.
This felt good. This felt pleasant like paradise. If it was a dream she did not ever want to wake up!
Roxy crawled out of bed, one hand running through her tossed blond locks while the other tugged down her night shirt that had ridden up baring her tummy to the cool air. She sauntered around the room looking for clothes before deciding to 'fuck it' and not get dressed right away. Instead, she went into the bathroom for a few minutes to complete her morning routine; use the toilet, brush her teeth, wash her face and then exited to finally go find Leif in the kitchen.
"You're up early, today," she commented with a kind tone as she smiled at him appreciative of the meal coming together. "Did you sleep okay?" Roxy's hand touched his back in concern. Maybe he was the one with nightmares.