F is for Freedom!

Amelia yawned and stretched, refusing to open her eyes just yet. She didn't know exactly what time it was, but she did know that Matthew's bed was soft, his pillows were fluffy, and she would be content to curl up there and doze forever. Or at least until he came back and wanted to do something fun again. With a contented sigh, she rolled over, snatching the pillow from Matthew's side of the bed and curling herself around it, burying her face into the softness and inhaling his scent.