Waking Up

Alexa narrowed her eyes, feeling the morning light kissing her eyelids, but not really wanting to wake up to reality.

Her last good memory was that Klaus had comforted her and kissed her hair, and Alexa wanted to keep that at least in her memory, but ...

'This isn't the sun, is it, actual kisses ...?' She wondered, feeling the delicious, tender pressure on her eyelids.

"Klaus?"

He hugged her,

"How do you feel today? Are you all right?"

"All right? What do you mean by 'all right'? Why are you asking this?" she opened her eyes and looked at him.

Klaus had messy hair and eyes swollen with sleep. And a silly, gentle smile on his face. He rested his chin on his hand to watch her.

She had no idea why he was asking that question. And mostly, why was he there, lying next to her?