The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room. Christopher, still caught between the realms of slumber and wakefulness, felt a soft touch on his forehead, coaxing him back to reality.
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing a familiar face hovering above him. Stirring in his place, he sat up straight, attempting to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to his senses.
"I-I was working late, and I don't know when I fell asleep." He was not sure why he was trying to justify his action. It was as if he subconsciously felt guilty for ignoring her, though he couldn't quite comprehend the reason behind his self-imposed guilt.
Abigail, undeterred by his attempts at explanation, maintained her warm smile, her eyes filled with concern. "You look tired. Go and sleep in the bedroom. There is no need to go to the office. Rest today."
Her words held a gentle plea.
