Josephine nodded and smiled, yawning softly. "Goodnight, Raoul. Sleep well." She gently kissed his on the lips before laying her head back against the pillow and closing her eyes. Throughout the night she coughed a bit every so often, but it was not harsh or sickly really; more like allergies or something. Her dreams were strange, her mind wandering far and wide it seemed. A child with light brown hair and ocean blue eyes...<br/><br/>Josephine awoke late the next morning, bits of sunlight sneaking past the curtains. Raoul was not lying beside her though, which at first caused her to worry; then she heard his voice downstairs and calmed again. She shifted out of the bed, getting up slowly and bracing the wall suddenly as she felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded. Her legs nearly gave out from under her, but she remained standing until the feeling went away. 'What is wrong with me? Am I really that sick?'