Luna woke up naturally at around three a.m.
She wasn't the kind of woman prone to sleeping on the sofa in any capacity. For her to get proper beauty rest, she had to be freshly bathed and moisturized, in a bed, and in a room no warmer than 68 degrees.
Her routines were stringent. Even if she was undead, that was never going to change.
Luna blinked slowly and surveyed the room.
Everyone, without exception, was completely knocked out.
She looked down at the floor when she heard snoring.
Four children were lying on a hastily made pallet on the floor.
Their faces were smeared with cake and caramel. All of their little bellies were on the verge of popping out of their pajama shirts.
Luna smiled helplessly.
Breakfast, it seemed, was going to be very light for them in the morning. If not nonexistent.
Luna slowly slid out of Anna's grasp and started to wipe the children's faces off.
