A cosy, cool rainy night to rest in, with soft pitter-pattering at the window, and the insulated warmth of the indoors with blankets all around you. Nothing could be so splendid.

You head laid on Simon's chest, half-asleep, close to drifting off to dreamland instantaneously. But Simon wanted to talk more, to hear your sweet voice a little more tonight, leaving languid strokes across your back as your cheek laid on his midriff.

"I 'ad a dream las' nigh'." he brought up, placing a kiss on the top of your head, trying to make conversation.