Ben

Angela was still sleeping as I went to open the door. I’d gotten up a bit earlier and showered and changed, then called room service for some breakfast. I did tell her she could sleep in, but if she didn’t wake up soon, then we’d be eating lunch instead of breakfast.

I paid the guy that brought the food up a tip. It came with a tray that I carried with me to the bedroom. Angela was still lying peacefully beneath the covers. I set the tray down on the nightstand, then gently shook her awake.

“Angela? Come on, wake up. It’s time to eat.”

She groaned and rolled...