Agathine woke to bright sunshine tickling the tip of her nose and her eye-lids, bringing her back to the world of the awake. It took a minute to clear the fog of sleep and the fragments of disconcerting dreams, but she could smell coffee and bacon cooking and she heard Simon humming off-key. She smiled, the man couldn't carry a tune if his life depended on it. Then she shifted in bed, and rolled out of it, feet landing on the cold floor, and she almost retracted them hurriedly.
Simon must have heard her. "Honey, are you awake yet?" he called cheerfully from the kitchen.
"Getting there." She moved into a sitting position, feeling a sudden chill and an instant red alert from her bladder.
"You've gotta hurry if you want any bacon," Simon went on. "I've baked fresh bread!"
"I'll be right there, hun. Save me some."
She stepped into the bathroom, did what she had to and began running a shower. A glimpse in the mirror told her she looked as bad as she felt. Her skin was almost grey f