Winter blackness enveloped the morning, it was still outside, the wind had dropped and no neighbourly movement could be heard. A chilled breeze from the small window, open just a crack brushed her cheek. Tiny voices, awake too early echoed up the stairs as play was explored and the soft sounds of the slumbering man lying in the bed next to her accounted for her world.
Snuggled tightly in her duvet, eyes shut lightly, she listened to the daybreak awaken. An early bird, singing solo in the chilled morning made her smile. She pulled the cover around her chin and relaxed deeply, relishing the warmth of her bed, listening to the morning begin. Then softly, unannounced, sleep cradled her in his gentle arms once more.