September 17th, 2023.
Richard was at Sara's unit, and they were sleeping together on the bed. When he woke up, he found himself not being able to move as Sara's arm was over his chest. He lay there for a moment, observing the quietness of the room, the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on Sara's peaceful face.
Three days before the wave, and he must prepare for it, and there's no better day than to start three days prior to it. He grabbed Sara's arm gently and slowly lifted it up, placing it beside her carefully to avoid waking her up. Quietly, he slid out of the bed—
Suddenly, an arm snaked out, grabbing his wrist tightly. Startled, Richard turned to see Sara's eyes open, alert.
"Good morning," Sara said, a smirk playing across her lips.
"Good morning," Richard chuckled sheepishly. "You startled me a little, why would you do that so suddenly?"
