Rome slept in late the next day. So relieved was he to be done with the robot movie that he determined not to set his alarm and to just wake up whenever he wanted to. It was a freeing feeling, one he knew wouldn’t last forever, but at least he could enjoy it for a day or two.
When he finally opened his eyes, the sunlight was already pouring into the bedroom window, and Ella was gone, her side of the bed cold. He looked around, wondering where she might have gone, and checked the clock. It was almost eleven.
“Wow, I certainly know how to sleep in,” he mumbled to himself before rocketing to the restroom. His bladder wasn’t used to such a late wake up call.
