I wake up alone in bed, which is actually a new situation. Alexander has already got up, and he is getting ready by the wardrobe.
«Where are you going so early?» I inquire while moving on his side of the bed. The sheets are hardly warm, but his part of the mattress is oddly more comfortable than mine. As well as his pillow.
I'll exchange our cushions when he's not around to notice.
«It's not early, wife,» he comments while stepping in my direction. «It's half past eight.»
«What?»
I turn to the clock and, indeed, he's right about the time.
I sit on the bed, rubbing my eyes, and I remember that I don't have any clothes only when the air hits my skin, causing goosebumps.
I cover my chest with the sheet, wondering how did my Duke get up so readily. He pecks my forehead and waits for me to accept that it's actually late in the morning.
