[Waking up with Katniss wrapped around him is the most wonderful feeling. So wonderful, in fact, that he drifts right back off to sleep so he can do it again. His dreams are all pleasant and vague, nothing he can remember, just a feeling of peace when he wakes up for good.
Lazily, he thinks about making her breakfast. The trouble is, she's lying on his arm. If he shifts, he'll wake her up, and waking up Katniss when she looks like this is a crime. Besides, he has to spend every second possible watching her sleep. She looks, for once, completely content. There's no restlessness to her slumber, no fitful tossing. Just his girl, sleeping like an infant. Their legs are still tangled, and his hand is asleep, but he's not moving.]
[action] The next morning.
Lazily, he thinks about making her breakfast. The trouble is, she's lying on his arm. If he shifts, he'll wake her up, and waking up Katniss when she looks like this is a crime. Besides, he has to spend every second possible watching her sleep. She looks, for once, completely content. There's no restlessness to her slumber, no fitful tossing. Just his girl, sleeping like an infant. Their legs are still tangled, and his hand is asleep, but he's not moving.]