Late in the night the house was silent. Avice crept slowly across the floor, opening his door carefully and curiously.
He was asleep, his mouth slightly parted as he lay on his side under the covers. He was wearing his pajama pants
He shifted slightly as he woke, his eyes fluttering open. He paused, looking down at her before smiling slightly.
Her hair was still braided, through strands of hair had gotten loose and fell messily out of their parts.