The sun was peeking through the curtains they had forgotten to close the previous night, sending rays of light onto the floor and across the rumpled sheets. The city was waking up outside just as one of the bodies in the bed rolled over with a quiet groan.
Castle rubbed his eyes, propping himself up on one elbow as he squinted into the half-light. "Weird…"
The voice that responded was mumbled, lost in the fabric of the pillowcase. "What's weird?"
"Had a dream." The other person exhaled softly, pulling the sheets further over them. Castle kept talking. "You were a cop." That drew a short laugh and he could almost see her lips turn up into a smile. "And I was following you around on cases since you were my inspiration for a book series."
"You were a writer?"
Castle reached over and gave the woman a gentle shove. "Shush. I could be a writer. Anyway, I had a daughter and my mother was a little over-the-top. And you're mother was gone, murdered, and you were trying to figure out who had killed her. I think you got shot over it…"
"You're right." Kate pushed herself up off the pillow, looking over at her husband with an amused smile. "That's weird. Why would I run around the streets looking for creeps when I'm more than happy in a studio, mixing tunes with you?"
He shook his head as he shifted over her, pressing her back into the mattress. "No idea, Euterpe, oh music muse of mine."
Even her little sigh sounded like the most beautiful melody to the guitarist as he placed a kiss on her lips.