She woke up with a start from a deep dream. She had dreamt that they were in a tiny house of their own and he was talking to her.
Sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she made a sleepy sound at the back of her throat.
He walked in the room and saw her – she was slouching, curling her legs and tucking her feet comfortably beneath the sheath of peach chiffon dress spread around her, hair tousled and eyes heavy-laden.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head, then kissed her forehead softly, her nose.
“My sleepy princess,” he said with a smile.
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