Old matters to settle
After freshening up and wearing a nightgown, I feed Lavinia. I eat some dinner while Alexander cradles the little ball to sleep.
Then, I lie on the bed and collapse out of exhaustion. I don't understand... Why am I so tired?
It was quick, so it shouldn't make me yawn this often. My muscles relax when I turn to the side, and I stretch my legs and arch my back. The sheets are cold, and a shiver crosses my spine. Yet, I close my eyes and sigh.
When Alexander lies next to me, I moan. My arms grab his clothes, and my head finds his chest. His warmth comforts me, and I sleep without worries.
Tonight's dream is one of those pleasant, it seems.
Alexander is eating dinner and reading a book about war strategies. It must be from the time when he still had challenging reads. Before he discovered naughty books.
I can recognise the book, it's from my library in Polis.