When Lariette finally stirred awake, the clock was over nine in the morning. Curling under the blanket, she grunted, her eyes still shut close, and her lashes fluttered.
Lariette heard nothing aside from her soft breathing and the gentle hum of the breeze outside the windows. Sleepiness still clung to her.
"...hmm."
Eyes closed, Lariette absentmindedly stretched her arms, patting the other side of the bed. Her senses told her something was lacking, but her half-awake mind hadn't registered what it was.
Then...
'Eddy!'
Lariette abruptly opened her eyes. Blinking, she rubbed her face, trying to force herself to snap out of her drowsiness.
Ruediger was not here.
Pushing herself upward, Lariette sat on the mattress, her tousled hair falling over her shoulders. Her gaze landed on the other side of the bed. Once again, she patted on the surface, feeling no lingering warmth.
'When did he wake up?'
As clarity returned to her mind, and so did what happened last night.
