ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

Her lips pull into a little smirk before she rolls them in her mouth for a second, wetting them with the tip of her tongue. Her cheeks still have a hint of color on them from sleep, and her hair is hopelessly tousled from the lack of proper drying before bed. "Takes more than that to make me uncomfortable," she murmurs back, smiling again and rubbing the side of her face into the pillow like a lazy cat woken from a nap -- not an entirely inaccurate description.