Sadie’s giggling lazily as you move about the bedroom. T-shirt clinging to your shapely figure as you continue with opening up the many windows. Wanting to let some of that early morning breeze, and sunlight, filter into the bedroom.

Tired eyes flit across your barely-clothed figure, dirty blond hair falling over her face as she rolls her neck to the side. Observing each and every one of your movements carefully.

“What’cha doin’, honey?” she soon rasps, freckled arm curled around Abigails’ midsection to keep her resting on her chest. Trying not to wake the poor girl.

Her sleeping schedule had been hell, recently.

“Too early t’be movin’ around, ain’t it?”