She's not sure how much time passes before she's jogged awake - by her own movement in sleep, by the sensation of something unfamiliar under her head - whatever it is, she stretches, sighing, and glances up with half-lidded eyes to try and get a sense of where she is, turning her cheek against his shoulder.
"Hey," she whispers, brushing some hair out of her face.
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Date: 2011-01-06 04:28 am (UTC)"Hey," she whispers, brushing some hair out of her face.