George didn't fall asleep until after three, and he didn't wake up until ten-thirty in the morning.
He moved his body a bit, only to find something tangled around his feet.
Surprised, he sat up and saw a head of jet-black curls and a small body tucked under the blanket.
George chuckled silently.
"Heather."
He called softly, gently moving his foot.
But Heather was in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up.
He sighed, carefully pulled out his foot, and lifted the blanket to get out of bed.
Walking to the foot of the bed, he found Heather's head stuck between a tall pillow and the sheet, with the pillow obviously too high for her.
Half of her little face was buried in the quilt, flushed and sweaty on her forehead and neck.
George went over, took his own pillow, removed the bolster pillow, then carefully lifted her head and placed it on his pillow.
He tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
