He opened his eyes.
It wasn't Lion's big face, but a still-sleeping Carrie Thomas.
Harrison Clark glanced at the electronic wall clock diagonally across the bed. It was 9:00 in the morning, July 26, 2020.
Usually, Carrie would be up by this time, but she had been working hard on "The Last Millennium" these past days, inverting her day and night schedule, and allowing herself a rare lie-in.
Carrie's natural beauty meant that staying up late would not affect her skin.
In the morning sunlight, her fair face still softly emanated a faint light.
Looking at her from the side, her face was like a crescent moon.
Her long eyelashes covered her closed eyes, while her face had a sweet smile.
Harrison Clark grinned, watching her.
After a while, he sighed softly and got out of bed lightly.
He no longer cared if he had reached the future a thousand years later.
From a logical point of view, that hadn't happened yet.
