Several hours later the morning sun was streaming though the front window, casting its warm touch on the sleeping form of Trish on the floor. She gently moved her head trying to shield her eyes, then yawned.
“Wake up sweetie. It’s morning.”
“Sally?” Trish asked, then yawned again as she sat up. “What’s going on? Is it all over? I must have slept through it all.” She looked and saw that the couch had been turned to face the open window and Sally was sitting on it. “Sorry Sally, I know you really wanted me to watch.”
Trish expected her to be angry, but her voice sounded sweet and happy. “Well that’s okay. It didn’t go exactly as planned. But I think you’ll agree what happened was just as good.”