Wake up. The voice insisted, and yet he much preferred to keep his eyes shut. He was so tired.
"You can't sleep yet. Open your eyes." The soft voice caressed him and surprised him enough that his eyes fluttered open.
His wife stared at him. "There you are. I wondered if you'd ever wake." She smiled.
"Onaria?" He couldn't help a questioning note. "How did you get here?" Because last he recalled, he was far, far away from her.
"How did I get to our bedroom? Such a silly question." She laughed. "Using my two feet, of course."
Their bedroom? He blinked and noticed he wasn't in a jungle. Then again, why would he be in a jungle? His mind remained foggy on that point.
"Time to get up. You don't have time to be lying around in bed." She pulled back the sheet, and he had a moment to think, Do
