Cecilia didn't notice the bed situation, not at first. The door opened and her vision was straight ahead, to the wall of windows and veranda door, or more accurately, what was beyond them. She approached them immediately for a better look, her breath catching in her throat. She could see the ocean.
A grip of longing and nostalgia took hold, and she couldn't help but think of her grandparents house in Ogunquit, and the sound of ocean waves beating into the rocks and slowly carving away at the cliff face. That sound had been the background of her life in a lot of ways, and seeing how close they were to the ocean now filled her with a bittersweet sort of comfort.
"I wonder if we can go down-" she had started to say as she turned toward Owen. Then she saw the bed.
Oh, she thought. Really should have seen that one coming. Why oh why was she surprised. Hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt, she forced a surprised sort of laugh. "Guess we should have seen that coming."