When my eyes finally open I can already tell that I didn't sleep that well. I shift on the bed uncomfortable and hot. I close my eyes and try to relax again but it's just too hot. Shifting on the bed again, I freeze when something cold touches my foot. Looking to the other side of the bed I smile when I see that Morbius is still here.

As I look at him laying there still in sleep my thighs clench. My eyes trace his features as I move toward him slowly. The lines of worry that crease his face are gone. One could even say that he looks nice...