Bruce woke from the bed, still bleary-eyed, and was rather surprised to find that Selene, who had been sleeping beside him, had vanished. Then a foot suddenly kicked out from beneath the covers.
Bruce truly had no idea how someone could sleep with another person already in the bed and somehow turn themselves completely around. It practically qualified as an acrobatic feat.
Selene could indeed perform acrobatics, but that did not mean she had to apply her talents here. Although she had always been a restless sleeper and often complained that Bruce crushed her hair, they could occasionally still enjoy those sweet, intimate mornings.
Lately, never mind a sweet morning atmosphere—every morning, Bruce had to guess which way Selene's head was pointing. But one thing was certain: it was never pointing toward him.
Bruce decided he needed to have a proper talk with Selene. He lifted her covers, leaving her just as bleary-eyed and confused as he was.
"What's wrong, darling?" Selene rolled over, draped an arm across Bruce's leg, mumbled something, and fell asleep again.
Bruce checked the time and knew they were supposed to get up early that day anyway. He sat up, and the movement woke Selene once more.
This time, Selene was properly awake. That did not mean she refrained from complaining. She turned half her body sideways, propped an elbow on the edge of the bed, looked back at Bruce, and expressed her dissatisfaction with her eyes.
"Darling, I don't think our bed makes a very good performance stage. What do you think?"
Selene froze for a moment. Only now did she regain her sense of direction and figure out where she was and what position she was in.
Bruce, who had gotten up, turned around, aligned himself in the same direction as Selene, and