Who: Jack and Daphne When: Morning Where: Their room
Daphne wasn't ready to wake up. Today was a day that she just wanted to sleep in. She was so comfortable, and she'd been in such a deep, wonderful sleep. But it was starting to get hot. Sighing, Daphne shifted in bed and kicked away the light sheet that had been covering her, and stretched out on her stomach to try and drift back into that nice sleepy haze.
It wasn't happening.
It had been such a beautiful sleep, but Daphne had that feeling of an incredibly elaborate dream just out of reach. Still half asleep she'd had the thought, I'm going to need to remember that one. It'd make a great story. And then some part of her brain alerted and stirred, only to find she couldn't remember the dream for the life of her. And she felt like she really needed to.
Still on her stomach, Daphne propped herself up on her elbows, thinking hard as she stared toward the window. What had it been?