179: A Long, Long Time Ago

Feeling a little more than groggy, Claude stretched his arms out in the air to help ease the stiffness embedded in his shoulders. He turned around to his other side, wanting to go back to sleep. But something made him snap his eyes open. His legs were almost dangling off the edge of the bed. Since when did he grow out of his bed, or did it shrink. Neither did he have a habit of rolling around the bed in his sleep. 

A groan of protest resonated deep within his throat as he pushed the upper half of his body up using his hands. It took his mind a good minute to get rid of the fogginess which his nap had left behind in its wake. Once he was in his senses, he took his time in taking in his surroundings. But what caught his attention was the ruffled sheets behind him. He looked over his shoulder, only to be left gaping as air left his lungs. 

Ayla was sleeping… in his bed… next to him. 

It was then