The next morning, when Niklaus got to the living room, I was already awake. Actually, I was awake, I had meditated and showered and even helped in the kitchen to make breakfast by the time he got there. No, he wasn't a late riser, I had just woken up too early. The medicines gave me a deeper sleep and I had been getting so much rest lately that when I opened my eyes, I didn't let myself go back to sleep again. I felt better and I wanted to be on my feet.
I was only placing the last breakfast dish on the dining table when Niklaus got there, and the surprise on his face was pretty evident. "You're up early."
I looked at him and even gave him a warm half smile with a rather casual shrug. "Couldn't sleep any longer," I tell him, "I helped in making breakfast."
"Wow," he mumbled as he got to
