In the morning, Rosie was still sleeping soundly. Aslan's embrace was really very comfortable. Not once did what happened to her before coming back to haunt her in a dream. Instead, Rosie had a beautiful dream. She dreamed of herself marrying Aslan.
When she dreamed that Aslan's face was coming closer to give her a kiss right on the altar in front of the priests and also the people, she suddenly felt her forehead being rubbed several times. Then she woke up from her sleep. She wriggled to stretch her stiff muscles.
The morning light of the sun that passed through the curtains in the window dazzled Rosie's eyes.
"Are you awake?" someone asked.
Rosie yawned widely, causing Aslan to chuckle.
"Howland is waiting for you to have breakfast together," he said, and Rosie nodded in response.
"Can I sleep again? I'll have breakfast later," Rosie replied, closing her eyes.
