Roseanne stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shifted slightly. The warmth surrounding her felt comforting, different from the cold she had fallen asleep to. Her body felt oddly relaxed, free from the usual tension she carried with her. She didn't feel any bad dreams lurking in her mind, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, she had slept peacefully.
Still half-asleep, Roseanne turned over and buried her face against something warm and solid, her arm instinctively wrapping around it. Her brows furrowed slightly, confused by how she could move so freely on the couch. She had fallen asleep curled up tightly, hugging herself to fight the cold, but now she was... hugging something else?
