Angela woke to a pale, early light filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, honeyed glow. She blinked, her senses still hazy from the previous night, feeling a blissful weightlessness that lingered in every inch of her body. Stretching her arm across the bed, she found only empty sheets, still faintly warm but cooling quickly. Her heart sank, just a little. She'd grown accustomed to waking up to the quiet comfort of Edmund's arms around her.
Sitting up, she rubbed the last of sleep from her eyes and saw him, a shadowy figure by the window, silhouetted against the morning sky. For a moment, she just watched him, he looked lost in thought, the muscles in his back tense beneath his shirt as he gazed out at the sprawling gardens below.
"Good morning," she murmured, sliding out of bed and padding over to him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You're up early."