She woke slowly, drifting for several minutes between sleeping & waking as her brain struggled to make sense of the information her senses were accumulating. The smell of honeysuckle and the sound of birdsong coming in through the open window, the feel of cotton sheets on her skin. She opened her eyes and saw sunlight on yellow painted walls and the single word "home" formed in her mind. Then, as she awoke fully more thoughts came flooding into her mind "Sunday" she smiled - a whole day with no commitments, no chores, no-one to see and nowhere to go - a whole day just for her.

The idea of a long breakfast, croissants and jam and a very large pot of tea, the Sunday papers and sitting in her pyjamas till midday. She might even take the breakfast & papers out onto the patio as the sunlight filtering through the white voile curtains gave the promise of another warm and sunny day. On any other day the thought of living alone was not a happy one but on Sundays, especially summer Sundays, the idea of not having to talk or get dressed or do anything at all seemed wonderful.

Then she turned and saw him. He was lying asleep next to her and the sight of him brought another flood of thoughts as she remembered yesterday.

She hadn’t wanted to go, it was a charity function and they really weren’t her thing, but as her best friend pointed out "Where else did she have to go on a Saturday evening?".

She’d spotted him as soon as she arrived - he was sitting apart from the others, drinking. As she approached he looked up and as soon as she looked into his green eyes she knew she was lost. It had seemed inevitable, and perfectly natural, that he should go home with her, and now here he was, still here, in her bed.

She watched him sleeping, he looked incredibly peaceful with just an occasional muscle twitching as if he were dreaming and she realised that he was going to stay. He wasn’t going to run off with another girl or leave "to find himself" he was going to love her forever.

She started to rise and he woke, opening those amazing green eyes and looking straight at her. She looked back for a while and then said "Shall we get some breakfast?" and, without waiting for an answer, she arose from the bed, pulled on her dressing gown and walked to wards the door.

As she reached for the door handle she turned and he jumped off the bed to follow her downstairs, purring and holding his tail high.