“Time to get up…” he whispers into her resentful ear, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
She rolls towards him.
He is smiling too big for 3 am.
Here in the long afterglow, she just wants to kiss him a little and go back to sleep.
“Is it cold?” she asks, while climbing out of bed, and experiencing the same temperature as him.
She stands in front of him. Naked.