A small crack of light into the bedroom proceeded the shuffling of sheets, always just enough to stir Lisa. It was familiar now, to insist that Jean leave the rest of her work till morning, be promised only one more report to file, and then find herself falling asleep alone in their bed.
She would never begrudge it though, because it always led to a beautiful part of the day. Still half asleep, Lisa would turn over towards Jean on instinct only to feel the kiss to her forehead and hear the soft whispers promising nothing short of pure love.