The first thing I did was smudge away the crusts around my eyes.

As my vision adjusted to the light and became clearer, I found that the blob above me was a face. A handsome face, looking straight at me.

“Well, don’t you look charming,” I drawled. It was an attempt to cut the awkward silence. I inwardly facepalmed, wishing I had kept it simple and just said hi.

“Charming is my middle name,” he said, smiling. A moment of hesitation, and then: “Actually, it’s my last name. But that’s beside the point.”

I laughed. This was happily ever after.