Room 322, Tuesday afternoon

[sensitivejim]

It was Tuesday. Jim loved Tuesdays. Tuesdays were the greatest invention in the history of ever as far as he was concerned.

He was thinking about this and about a few other things - mostly involving the words 'luck', 'beautiful', and 'perfect' - as he watched Lana nap, his fingers brushing lightly through the ends of her hair.

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[lovelylana]

Lana was dreaming, warm contented dreams of being held and loved. She smiled in her sleep.

[sensitivejim]

God, she was gorgeous . . . Jim couldn't help himself and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

[lovelylana]

Lana murmured happily in her sleep and moved closer toward him, her eyes starting to flutter open slightly.

[sensitivejim]

Ooops. Jim's finger brushed over her cheek. "Shh, go back to sleep," he commanded softly.