She turned to look at him, 'I can't remember when I last had no idea of the time.'
'Nor I.' Charles replied happily.
'It makes it all feel like a dream.' She sighed.
He pinched her arm.
'Ouch!'
"You are awake, my dear.' He grinned.
'You'll pay for that.' She slapped him on the chest but she was smiling.
'You are basically saying that I am your dream man.'
She scrutinises her husband, contemplating on how to answer.
He mirrored her, squinting his eyes at her, pretending to think hard.
But Charles needed no more thinking, he would happily let her get the best of him from now on. She was after all the best of him.
'I'll shall make my dream woman breakfast in bed.'
He got up and made to put on his dressing gown.
The sight of his bare bottom in the harsh daylight made Elsie giggle. It was rather white compared to the rest of him.
He turned around at the sound, 'What?' 'You are a married woman now, you have the right to breakfast in bed.'
'I suppose so.' She responded, sparing her husband the truth of her amusement.
The rest of the day past in a haze, lounging about, not keeping track of the time, he felt no need as long as his fiery bride was beside him, And she was. Never had they been together for so long, with nothing to do and no-one around them.
As they sat across from each other in front of the fire, Charles felt he understood what Elsie had meant that morning. Their time together did seem like a dream. A dream he thought had been too good to come true.
Elsie was reading a book. Charles tried hard not to stare at her, but his book clearly wasn't as captivating as hers.
She looked so pretty in the firelight. She looked so soft and feminine. He tried to concern her body underneath her clothes, a blouse and skirt. He wasn't used to seeing her out of uniform yet. How marvellous it was, she looked like his wife, not his colleague.