The first rays of morning sun slipped through the half-open curtains, casting soft golden lines across the rumpled sheets and the quiet room like gentle fingers waking everything up slow and easy.
Yvonne stirred in her sleep, her body feeling heavy and cozy, wrapped in that deep kind of rest that only comes after a long night of raw talks and shared tears.
She let out a small, sleepy hum, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand, blinking a few times to clear the fuzziness that clung to her like a soft blanket.
A little yawn escaped her, stretching her jaw wide as she arched her back off the mattress, her arms reaching up high over her head, fingers splaying out.
Her legs stretched under the tangled sheets too, toes pointing and flexing, the fabric sliding smooth against her skin.
