Emery kept finding himself being stirred awake during the night thanks to his thoughts running wild.
Before he managed to calm himself and drift off to a peaceful sleep, the sun rose and the birds outside started to sing. In his partially-awake state, he heard the noises of plates and sizzling oil from right outside his bedroom.
He rubbed his tired eyes, stretched his body and jumped off from his bed. Though he still felt tired, he forced himself to stay awake and peek outside.
He saw Klea setting a few plates on the kitchen table, while two pans wafted an amazing aroma throughout the room. It seemed she was preparing breakfast for him.
Sensing someone staring at her, Klea turned around and saw Emery peeking out from the bedroom door. When she saw Emery's tired face, she smiled and said. "Morning!"
