MIDAS
Something feels odd.
Not necessarily bad odd…just…different.
He frowns, his eyes still closed as he slowly pushes his mind from beneath the fog of sleep and into the reality of a new day.
And no…it is not just the very naked woman snoring gently into the nook of his shoulders that is making him feel this way.
She murmurs in her sleep as if in response to him, nestling closer and his arms subconsciously tighten around her, pulling her to him without his even needing to think about it.
His eyes blink slowly open as if resisting his efforts to awaken.
And it takes Midas more than a few minutes to realize exactly what it is that has been needling at him.
He has just slept through the entire night and well into the morning without waking up even once in between.
The last time Mid
