The sky was a bright blue as Mitchell opened his eyes. A beautiful winter day. It had to be already past nine. There was nothing that could make him get up earlier voluntarily - except maybe Ash and it was questionable if that counted as voluntarily. The vampire stretched his dead limbs before he turned around.
"Morning," he said with a content smile as he spotted his wife. Sometimes he worried. She seemed so dependant on his existence. It wasn't that he did not want to be needed. In fact, he needed to be needed. But he wasn't sure if he wanted her to need him as much as she did. What if he screwed up? What if he was gone? He pushed the thoughts aside as he propped himself up on his elbows. They could do a day without grief and worrying. “How was the night?" He added a flirty ring to the question.