Olivia's POV
The sun continued its slow climb into the sky, burning away the last wisps of fog clinging to the treetops. Birds began their morning chorus, their cheerful tweets a stark contrast to the usual city noises I was used to waking up to.
"Wow, surround sound, bird chirping. Fancy." I grinned to myself. "I wonder if Christopher has a remote to turn it down. Or change the station to 'ocean waves' or 'gentle rainforest'?"
A particularly enthusiastic bird let out a piercing whistle above me.
"Alright, alright, I get it. You're awake, I'm awake, we're all awake. No need to show off."
I stretched my arms above my head, wincing slightly as my muscles protested. "Oof. Maybe I should ask Christopher if he's got a massage therapist on speed dial. Or better yet, if he gives massages himself. Those hands of his certainly know what they're doing."