sunburned

He wakes slowly; he's never been good in the mornings. It's become their habit to sleep all in the one bed, all together, within reach of each other's hands. He sleeps on one side of Julie, arm stretched across her and his fingers curleld against Laurence's ribs. It's warm and it feels safe, something to sink into and get lost in.

So it does take him a while to wake, despite the fact that she is insistently calling his name.
Which isn't unusual. He dreams about her often.

He stirs in his sleep, pushing closer to Julie as he does.