~16~~

Wednesday morning dawned cold and miserable again—typical of January in that part of the world.

Edward struggled to rouse himself when the alarm went off; his bed was warm and comfortable. He knew he needed to get out of bed, but he really didn't want to—he really didn't want to.

Everything had certainly worked out okay with him arriving just that little bit later to work yesterday. Surely it wouldn't matter if he arrived later today as well.

And maybe, if he were lucky, the 7:35 train would definitely offer more than just a slightly longer morning sleep-in.


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