Thunder rumbled the windowpanes of the apartment, stirring Charlie awake. He roused slowly, greeted to grayish, muted sunlight and a faceful of soft, black hair. Drowsily, he inhaled the sweet scent of his lover's hair, of her skin pressed warmly to his as they laid beneath the lilac sheets. The world beyond was blurred, hazy with drowsy distance that drew itself closer and closer in as he became more and more awake. The first patters of raindrops were assaulting the glass now, thick plops with an uneven, staccato beat that would grow more and more intense in a matter of minutes. It was good to be inside, he decided. Closing his eyes once more, Charlie touched a gentle peck to his beloved Bel's brow. Her skin was soft and smooth beneath his lips, and before he knew it, he was pressing light touches across her face. Reining himself in, he settled for soft strokes along her hair. He watched her sleep silently, listening to both the rain and the soft inhale-exhale of her snoozing. What time was it, he pondered inwardly, unable to shift and see the clock that was mounted on the wall behind him.