January 8 — Tuesday
Daylight came through the peeks between the curtains, and Gael woke up after having the longest sleep he had since the new year. The clock on his nightstand said it was a quarter to nine in the morning. Seven hours of sleep was already long for him.
Looking to his left, his gaze landed on a soft angel sleeping next to him. Angela snuggled to his side, her hands loosely balled under her chin. After their conversation last night, they shared the dinner he sent to her and went to bed. They talked a bit more, and she fell asleep an hour later.
