NARRATOR'S POV
We are all familiar with the feeling of warmth, the comforting sensation of body heat contained by the thick a soft blanket- in a freezing cold Sunday morning. That feeling of the body too lazy to move, the thought of, 'this is a piece of paradise- it will be too stupid to leave'. Resulting in a- oh I ended up sleeping until noon and my Sunday was… how to put it? Satisfyingly wasted.
That was the same feeling Rachelle has at this point. The comfort was too much to ignore, the feeling of being home is too soothing to abandon.
Therefore, she remained unmoved. Comfortable and warm as two strong and masculine arms rested- wrapping themselves around her waist. While her consciousness dwindles back and forth in her dream and reality.
The young woman furrowed her brows as the chirping of birds sounded in her ears, waking her up from her beloved sleep. Taking her away from her fantasy dream.
