[She normally excels at waking up early. Every morning as the sunlight begins to filter in to the room, she awakes, slips out of bed, and gets ready for her trek in the forest. Most of the time, Peeta's still asleep. She's quiet enough not to wake him. It saves her from any morning chitchat.
But this morning, she sleeps in. Even when the sunlight teases her eyes, she tries to hide her head. She nuzzles his chest in the process, one hand sleepily reaching out to tug his arm on to her head. Anything to block the sun. She doesn't want to awaken, not yet.]
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But this morning, she sleeps in. Even when the sunlight teases her eyes, she tries to hide her head. She nuzzles his chest in the process, one hand sleepily reaching out to tug his arm on to her head. Anything to block the sun. She doesn't want to awaken, not yet.]