Rushed awakening
Tom lazily opened his eyes once the sun rays making their way through the gaps in the windows shuts annoyed the skin of his face too much for him to just ignore it.
'What time is it?' Tom asked himself, raising his wrist to his eyes, only to notice a complete lack of clock on it. 'Huh?' Tom blinked his eyes a few times, unable to believe this strange situation. 'Did I forget to put it on yesterday?' he asked, looking around in hopes of finding it.
But there was no clock conveniently lying in wait on the nearby shelf. Rather than that, Tom's other arm was locked underneath Claudia's head. And just like in the situation where one would have a cat sleeping on his knees, Tom found it impossible to apply any power to his muscles in an attempt to free his arm from this heavenly prison.
'Damn, I can't feel my hand,' he thought, torn between the possible death of his limb and the attractive possibility of staring at Claudia's sleepy face.