Poppy turned in her sleep, her hand curled under her chin. Her bare shoulders rose and fell with each breath and she rubbed her nose, brushing away an invisible disturbance.
It took her a little while to wake up as well and she stirred slightly before her eyes fluttered open, her brow furrowed.
She looked around before her gaze rested on Francis. A small smile crossed her lips and she leaned over and kissed his shoulder, her hand on his arm.