iv. First
The golden rays plow through the weak curtains to wake her. Her eyes slowly open, blinking a few times to focus the blurry image that greets her. She shifts lazily beneath the sheets, savoring the feel of them sliding over her skin. She hears snoring, and rolls a little bit to rest on his lap. She smiles and kisses his cheek and neck. He still sleeps. Pouting a bit, she hits his arm. Perhaps a bit too hard. He shakes awake, and groans a bit. He mumbles something about violence and she laughs. She doesn't remember ever being this happy.