Damien

I wake with a lazy stretch. I don't know what Clara did to me to get me sleeping all night. Maybe I am the one adapting instead of her. 

Clara looks peacefully asleep. I am debating on whether to wake her up with a wake up call or to let her continue sleeping. 

One leg is hitched up to my lap and one hand around my chest. She snores softly against my arm with a small smile on her face. I wonder what she is dreaming about that is making her smile in her sleep. I hope it is me.

Maybe I should let her sleep some more. She...