The sun was up already and the light played on his closed eyelids as Mark slowly drifted into consciousness. He felt wonderfully warm and comfortable. He lay on his left side, his chest against Evie’s back and their legs intertwined. His arm was draped over her hip.
“Mark,” she whispered “are you awake?”
“Uhh.” he mumbled sleepily.
“Umm. I just wanted to say that I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather be locked up and held hostage with.”
“Thanks” he replied, “me neither.”
Airport in fog, Taiyuan, China (Photo: M Griffiths)