Poor James though was far more tired than he had given himself credit for. Even after the sun had begun to peek through the blinds of the nursery, the warmth peering through his windows only made his fuzzy bear sleeper all the more comfortable and soothing, keeping him in a deep sleep well past when he planned to wake up. His eyes did not begin to budge until he felt the soft, wrinkled, but firm hand of Ellen on his shoulder, gently nudging him from the land of lullabies.