The Last Thing
Claire's eyes slowly fluttered open. The sun shined gold through a crack in the curtins in a window to her left, leaving one golden streak acorss the black compherter. She stared at the bed for a moment before realizeing it was not her own. A slight wave of confusion fell upon her as she sat up, still half asleep as she looked around. Then it dawned on her, she was at Charlie's place.
She turned to the right, and saw Charlie beside her, laying half way on his back, half on his side. One of his arms streched out behind her, and the other still laid limply across her lap. She had to look down to make sure she wasn't naked, witch she wasn't. She sighed with releif, holding her hand to her chest incase she had been. Charlies eyes opened.
"Morning" he muttered, closeing them again as he turned onto his back. "Morning" Claire beamed in return, slideing back down into the matress and laying her head agenst the fat pillow. The room was still pretty dark what with all the lights of and the curtins being closed, only that one beam from the tiny opening lit the room.