I'm woken by the sound of my alarm the next morning.

Clara moans, pulling the covers over her head slightly, in an attempt to drown out the sound. Everything inside me wants to stay in bed where it's warm.

I can hear the rain pounding on the window pane, and the last thing I want to do is go outside. It's February for goodness sake. I groan. Cold or not, raining or not, I have to go to work and so does Clara. Looking her over, it's clear she has no intention of getting out of ...