The bed sheets that lay over Lana don't leave much to the imagination, and the window curtains are open just enough for the morning rays to kiss her skin.
Lana is sound asleep, peaceful and looking content, somehow. One arm rests above her head, the other placed on her chest, and her head is sunken into the feathered pillow.
But it's 10:00am, and the day is ready for her.
For them.[
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