I woke up the next morning, my muscles feeling more relaxed and not as tense as they had been the last time I'd opened my eyes to morning light. Yawning, I stretched my arms, accidentally making contact with something else.
Abruptly, I sat up on the bed, and stared to my left, noticing Ash's hand hanging limp. I calmed down a little the moment I realised that he wasn't sleeping in the same bed as me. Instead, he was sprawled across the couch, his hands lying unevenly with one thrown over the other side of the couch, and the other hanging off of it. I noticed that his legs were also cramped up, the length of the couch being quite small.
Feeling kind of guilty about causing this discomfort, I slowly and quietly slipped off the bed, glancing at the clock. It was half past ten, and if Ash and I wanted to have a morning meal, we would have to hurry now as the hotel restaurant shut down quickly. Sighing, I tip-toed out of his room, after taking my keys with me. Shutting the door with a soft click that I hoped wouldn't wake him up, I hurried to my room and freshened up quickly; getting dressed into a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I made my way back to his room, half-anticipating whether he'd woken up and would be angry if he'd realised I had left. But he didn't know the reason why. Fortunately, as I opened the door and entered, he was still there, snoring softly. Smiling to myself, I slowly made my way to him and hesitated as I crouched down, wondering on how to wake him up.
I prodded him softly with my finger, and he stirred, groaning in what sounded like an exhausted pain. He opened his eyes, blinking as if to adjust to the light before settling on me.
"Natalie. What are you-?"
It took him a few seconds for the memories of last night to sink in and once they did he stared at me, and then his eyes drifted down a little.
"You left?" He asked, his tone sounding disappointed as he got up off the couch, his eyes narrowing.
"Just to refresh myself," I said quickly, "Breakfast's going to finish soon."
"Oh." He mumbled, standing up and stretching.
"I'll see you downstairs then?"
"Sure," he muttered, sauntering towards the bathroom. I guess he was still half-asleep, but that didn't explain the fact that he'd noticed I'd left. Sighing silently, I left the room and headed towards the restaurant. After getting my plate of food and settling down on a seat, I waited for Ash to show up. What was taking him so long?