*~*Reagan's POV*~*
This morning started out like a dream. I woke with Sereia in my arms, her face pressed against my chest as her slow, even breaths tickled my flesh just a little. How had I not felt that tickle while I slept? Probably the same reason it wasn't bothering me right now. I was so happy and overjoyed for this moment to be worried about something so inconsequential.
When she woke up, stretching and groaning in an adorable manner, she opened her eyes to look up at me.
"Hmmm, so it wasn't a dream." She grinned at me.
"You thought that you had dreamt all of the things that happened last night?" I stroked the edge of her cheek with my finger as I spoke.
"Not really. It was far too detailed, and I am not usually that inventive when I dream." She blushed, obviously remembering all the things that we had done the night before.
