Book of Death:
Skin was against mine as I woke: warm, soft, skin that pulsated with life pressed against my body. I realized Ernestine was cuddling with me as I dozed. I smiled and turned to face her.
"Good morning," she said with a smile, those brown eyes seeming to sparkle.
"Good morning," I said, grinning. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew we hadn't slept much after she dropped her towel.