The moment they'd found themselves in the hotel room, Ellen had collapsed into bed and fallen asleep before her head had even hit the pillow. She sleeps hard now, exhausted by the whirlwind that accompanies literally fleeing the country, but Matt had seemed to breathe a little easier once they were above the Atlantic, and she'd taken his hand in her own, seeking comfort in the warm and familiar. She'd almost cracked a joke about him not needing to fly her to exotic locales to impress her, but it hadn't felt like the right moment.
Now, of course, she's not thinking about that. What she is thinking about is the lazy mood of the morning and how she rouses from sleep slowly, stretching in bed as her face scrunches into a yawn. Her ankle still twinges from time to time, but it seems to be doing okay, and when she rolls over, her hand rests flat over Matt's chest as she curls into him.
"Morning." The curtains are drawn, but there's some early morning light peeking through into the room, and she squints. "'Time is it?"
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Date: 2013-05-09 04:12 pm (UTC)Now, of course, she's not thinking about that. What she is thinking about is the lazy mood of the morning and how she rouses from sleep slowly, stretching in bed as her face scrunches into a yawn. Her ankle still twinges from time to time, but it seems to be doing okay, and when she rolls over, her hand rests flat over Matt's chest as she curls into him.
"Morning." The curtains are drawn, but there's some early morning light peeking through into the room, and she squints. "'Time is it?"