The bleak morning light reached through the window and fell upon her sleeping face. Her slender fingers twitched, the first part of her body to wake that morning. She swallowed and turned her head, her long hair splayed behind her, running down the pillow nearly all the way to the bedside table. In her left hand she clenched a camera phone so tightly it looked as though it might break. There was a time when she would never have left it outside of a safe while she slept, but then again, times change. She shifted under the down comforter, her body not yet entirely ready to relinquish its grip on sleep. Yes, it's always hard to wake up in a comfortable bed, especially hotel beds. Those seem to possess a certain element of magic. And of course, it was a hotel bed, because this woman never slept at home anymore. To be honest, she didn't really have one. But she did have money, and she was very willing to spend it on luxurious accommodations. The room was beautiful, extravagantly decorated, all white and gold with bronze undertones. There was a tall fireplace with a gilt mirror hanging above it on one side of the room, and on the other hung a painting which portrayed a tall, slender waterfall. Outside the door, a maid placed the day's paper on the mat. The woman in the bed stirred again, this time opening her eyes. They were a deep sort of turquoise-blue, an abstract color that you can't really name but can't help loving. She had beautiful eyes. In fact, all of her was beautiful. Oh yes, she certainly was a beautiful woman, that Irene Adler.
