The outer curtains are the only ones drawn and by the way my mate hates sunlight, yet they are never drawn when Will's visiting says either he's good at coaxing or sneaky enough to adjust when she's not looking. A fine sheen of morning sun haze is cast over the cream walls, which always makes the paint look as if it's been spread on like icing, not painted on with a brush. Cherry wood gleams as the sun hits it, drawing attention to T's color scheme of the month: plum duvet and shams, dusky mauve satin sheets and crisp white pillows. If you're wondering, yes he changes the color every month like a good Martha Stuart clo-er..bot, right down the curtains, hand towels and lampshades.

But what kills me is the couple on the bed. Will's mane of strawberry curls and Deli's black cherry tresses are spread over the starkly white pillows, looking for all the world like a reflection of dark and light. Naked as they day they were born, they're facing each other, limbs tangled in some form of origami that looks painful, but must not be from the enormously content smiles they wear. Their foreheads are pressed together and their fingers interlaced above their heads on the pillow, their free hands rest on opposing hips.

I know from experience they start out cuddling this way and that throughout the night, but by the time they hit true sleep, this is where they end up, and never move inch from for the rest of the night. Just looking at them makes me love them both. Their happiness radiates off the bed, and joined by the sunlight, it's…indescribable.

And it's always a shame when I have to wake them up. But that's why I've ambled home early today from my visit with my wolf: to make sure Deli gets up for school and Will goes home to Toga to prepare for their visitors. Otherwise, I know them well enough to know they could sleep like this well into the afternoon, having most likely worn each other out so bad they'll be limping for at least a day.

My chuckling causes a stir slight on the bed, and as if Deli hears me, she starts to turn on to her other side, but Will's hand stays firmly on her hip, holding her in place. She sighs back into his embrace and hell, I almost sigh too. But unfortunately, I hafta be the bad guy this morning, so I rub my hands together and dive onto the bed roughly, making the mattress bounce.

That oughta wake the Sleeping Beauties…