Rose & David
Her eyes fluttered open and began to slowly adjust to the light being filtered into the room through her windowsill. Rose hated mornings. She had for as long as she cared to remember. The way she saw it, aside from work related matters there was no good reason to wake up before noon. It was barbaric, really. However, to her distaste no doubt, as of lately she hadn't been able to sleep past nine. Which made no sense because her nights usually ran into her mornings and she found it nearly impossible to get any shuteye before the birds were due to wake. It was like her body was on some scheduled protest.