My eyes opened to the opulent light of the streets, the light making its way through the curtains and blinds that separated the window from the street. Even through the covering of the window I could still see all of the lights. It was quite annoying, the way that it reached through and hit at just the right spot to wake me up. At this point I might as well be cursed with how every time I woke up it was to something like the sun or even the lights stinging my eyes. It was almost rare now when I would wake up without any disturbances. It was annoying but I dealt with it, especially when I could wake to the sight of Aoif who seemed to be able to sleep easily through anything. It always took away my bad mood when I woke up, to see Aoif sleeping. The rise and fall of her breath and the slight way that her arms reach to me when I hug her.