Waking she lay relishing the feel of the sheets and the sense of nesting which a slow start to the morning gave her. From the deck came the sound of an ax on wood, telling her the morning fire was being prepared, to be both practical, taking the chill off, and delightful, offering the perfect ambiance before which to have a cup of tea.
Outside her window the stars blinked out one by one as the horizon sky turned the palest peach, pine trees came into focus and the sun made its rising presence known. One more long, lazy stretch between the sheets, not unlike a cat on a window sill, and she rose to begin her day.
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