A light touch on your hair, and a soft chuckle drifts through your sleepy mind. Soft fingertips wind a strand of hair behind your ear, and warm air touches your skin.

"And you said I was sleepy."

Alpheratz touches your cheekbone, and kisses your temple to make you wake up faster from an unplanned nap. The sorcerer crosses his arms on the table, resting his cheek comfortably over his palm, watching with a smile. Warm sunlight streams through the library windows, illuminating the pages of the book in front of you.