You wake slowly, the warmth of another body beside you seeping into your consciousness before your eyes even flutter open. The sheets are soft against your skin, and you can feel the gentle rise and fall of breath against your back. Turning carefully, you see Odette still asleep, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a silken curtain, her lips slightly parted in a peaceful expression that makes your heart ache with tenderness. Sunlight streams through the bedroom window, casting golden streaks across the covers and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.