Ruth lay smiling.
Beside her, Harry slept.
She watched his chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall and drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
The smile never truly leaving her lips.
Harry's eyes slowly, sleepily opened.
The first image that greeted him, was her.
And for once, it wasn't a dream.
Harry lay smiling.
Beside him, Ruth slept.
He edged delicately closer, eager not to wake her.
He felt her breath on his chest, her skin against his skin, her hair wound through his fingers.
And then he too drifted back into a deep and contented sleep.