Feeling a bit tired, Viola Thompson yawned, "I'm going to take a nap."
"Alright."
Viola lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. In a short while, she had entered a deep sleep.
She had been truly exhausted these past few days.
Terrence Lentz was the same. He had been hustling day and night for Viola and yet, whenever he saw her sleeping peacefully, he felt not at all tired.
All his fatigue had vanished.
He gazed at Viola, his eyes filled with boundless affection.
...
The next morning.
As soon as Viola opened her eyes, she saw breakfast already prepared on the table.
The golden sunlight poured in through the window. She hadn't expected to sleep until then, "What time is it?"
Drowsy from just waking up, her voice was slow.
"It's exactly six o'clock." Terrence had just finished cleaning up after himself, "Do you want to eat, or sleep a little longer?"