She dreams, light and flickering, none of them solid enough to stick. Now and then, she drifts back up out of sleep, but his gentle breathing and his arms around her lull her back down again.

There are a few moments where she cracks her eyes open, drowsy, and just watches the dappled sunlight move slowly over his skin. The little cottage is filled with such warmth and peace, and the feeling of dozing in his arms is so impossibly sweet, her eyes soon slip closed again. The pools of sunshine track silently through the little room while she drifts off, dreaming with him.