You know those blissful dawn moments, summer mornings when the sun rises before you do, and you half rouse and then fall back asleep, glad of a few more hours? I turn and find Freddie asleep beside me, and the relief is so profound that it’s all I can do to lie perfectly still and try to match my breathing pattern to his. It’s not much after four in the morning, too early to get up, so I close my eyes again; I don’t think I’ve ever known such absolute peace and comfort. The bed warmed by our nested bodies, the golden half-light before dawn, the muted music of birdsong. Please don’t let me leave this dream.