He saw her sleeping peacefully, curled up on the leather couch. With a small smile, he made his way over to her. Scooping her up in his arms, he began to travel upstairs. As he looked down at her tranquil face, his eyes softened. He was studying her so intently that he jumped when her eyelids traveled upwards, revealing two half lidded brown eyes. She fixed him with a steely glare, and he panicked, thinking he had done something wrong. Just as he was about to apologize, grovel if need be, she spoke. In a very sleepy, but deadly serious voice she said, "I said not to eat my tacos, Mr. Rabbit!", before snuggling into his chest, shutting her eyes, still murmuring quietly. At this he laughed, realizing she was talking in her sleep. He reached his destination atop the stairs and twisted open the door knob. Laying her down in the bed gently, he tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and walked away. He paused in the doorway, looking at her sleeping form, briefly wondering what was happening in her dream filled with tacos and rabbits. He wondered if he was a part of them. He sure hoped so.