The morning after

When Amara awoke the next morning, it took a few hazy moments for reality to set in. She opened her eyes, blinking against the morning light . Her mind, still foggy, registered the warm presence beside her before the realization hit her like a splash of cold water.

Elara was there, curled up against her, golden hair fanned across the pillow, and a gentle smile tugging at her lips even as she slept. The memories of the previous night flooded back, and Amara felt a mix of surprise and undeniable happiness.

Well, this is…unexpected.

As if on cue, Elara stirred, her blue eyes slowly opening. For a second, they both stared at each other, expressions equally stunned and slightly amused. Elara's face softened into a smile, and Amara couldn't help but smile back, warmth radiating through her.

"Good morning," Elara murmured, her voice still laced with sleep.

"Good morning," Amara replied, a soft chuckle escaping her. "So, last night wasn't a dream, huh?"