[oom: Victoria Cays, Morning]

She's still smiling when she drifts awake.  Every inch of her body feels like she ran a marathon.  She's thirsty and achy and absolutely sated.  The morning sun filters through the curtains and she turns her head just enough to watch him sleeping.

There must be a giant space comet hurtling right for them, or the four horsemen of the Apocalypse.  Either way, she doesn't care.  She could stay like this forever, she thinks.  It's ridiculous how happy she is right now. 

Absolutely ridiculous.