<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red">  Ana peered out from her bathroom door all fresh and new for the day. But inside she felt hesitant to leave. Ithos was still and quite with soft even breaths. His chest moving ever so to match his breathing, it was a nostalgic sight for Ana. He had stayed all night with her, hes eyes watching and keeping her safe. She had been able to sleep in peace thanks to him. Quietly she made it to his side, and before she knew what she was doing she hovered over his lips. Lightly she bit her lip as she regained her senses, but a longing was what she felt as she put the distance between them. So quietly she retreated to the downstairs of the house. The small kitten greeting her with a light rub from her foot. Ana gently strokes her as she reaches for a  small pad. With a black pen she writes a simple note for Ithos<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ithos, come visit me when you wake up. I'll be at the Art Gallery. Ana.</span><br/><br/>With a light smile she placed the pen next to it, rummaging through some things she grabbed her keys and a small bag heading for the door. Living on such a small town you could go anywhere by walking or bike, Ana usually chose the bike. As Ana closed the door behind her the scent of the salty sea greeted her. The familiar smell making her smile gently. As she went around to the other side of the house grabbing her bike and rolled it to the driveway. With one last look at the house she smiled and got onto her bike and headed to work.</span></div>