In Carla's apartment, she stirs from her sleep around ten in the morning, the soft light filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow across the room. As she blinks her eyes open, she stretches languidly, feeling the tension of the previous day's work slowly dissipate from her muscles.
Turning her head, Carla smiles as she sees Derek's side of the bed empty. She recalls him getting up earlier, likely before she arrived home from her shift. With a soft sigh, she realizes how lucky she is to have him, his support and understanding a constant source of comfort in her life.
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, Carla's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes how late it is. "Ten o'clock already? I must have really needed that sleep," she murmurs to herself, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
