The next morning the sky over Silver looked like a pile of gray smoke left behind by the rain that had fallen overnight and only stopped just before dawn. Viola woke at the first gray light filtering through the gap in the curtains that had automatically pulled apart slightly, falling across her face.
She stared at the sky through the narrow opening before turning over, and a smile caught her off guard when she found Zoe had migrated entirely in her sleep and had all her limbs sprawled across her like she was trying to claim not just the whole bed but the person in it too. Her silver hair was fanned across her face, making her look like a sleeping witch, and it pulled a quiet laugh out of Viola despite herself.
She reached over and parted the hair away from Zoe's face before pinching her plump cheek. "Hey, wake up. It's morning."
Zoe grumbled and slapped her hand away without opening her eyes. "I am not married, who is sleeping next to me and disturbing my precious morning?"
