Nap Time

When Richard woke up the next morning, apart from his shoulder throbbing, he felt more energetic. The sun was shining through his curtain, and he could feel something damp on his forehead. He grabbed it off realizing it was a towel. He looked to the side and saw that Celeste was right by the bedside. Her head was cradled in her arms as she knelt beside the bed.

"Celeste?" he called softly.

"Uhmm, babe? What time is it?" Celeste asked in a sleepy voice. As she rubbed her eyes and looked at him, he saw that in addition to being puffy, her eyes also had bags under them.

After checking his biological clock, he responded "Around 0600."

"Mmm." Almost carelessly, she reached out and brushed her hand across his forehead.

"Good, it seems like your fever is finally gone." She said before being interrupted by a large yawn. Seeing her yawning so tiredly, he asked.

"You don't want to go back to your place and get some sleep?"