Evaline:
Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when consciousness brushed against me, heavier than sleep yet soft like a blanket wrapping me up. I snuggled deeper into it, pressing my cheek against the pillow, until the faintest movement made me stir.
My lashes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the quiet darkness of the room. The curtains had been drawn shut, and the room was filled with darkness, but I didn't need much to see the tall figure moving carefully beside me.
Recently, I had realized that my eyesight had improved quite a bit over the past couple of months.
"...Oscar?" My voice was still thick with sleep, but he froze instantly, his head turning to me.
He must have thought I was still asleep because guilt flickered over his face before he softened, a sheepish smile curling his lips. Instead of continuing to climb out of bed, he came back, lowering himself to sit on the edge beside me. His hand was gentle as it slid over my hair, patting it softly.
