When he entered the room (without knocking) he found her sprawled face down on the floor with her eyes closed.
He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it; instead laying on his back next to her with his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of the wood on his back, let his body adjust to the temperature of it before speaking,
"So why are we laying on the cold floor? "
She opened one eye to look at him.
"I fell off the bed." His mouth quirked slightly.
"Okay, but why are you still on the floor?"
She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him, not saying anything for a moment.
"I never noticed how-comfortable it was 'till now."
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