The city of lights
Lyta rolled over in bed that morning as soon as the alarm clock went off at six a.m. A smile crossed her face, as she was excited because today, her and her very handsome boyfriend were finally taking that trip to Paris that they had been talking about since oh, forever. After the snowball fight the other day, she had quickly made to packing their suitcase.

And now, to make sure that Misha was up and ready to go.

She rolled over, kissing his nose. "Rise and shine, sleepy head."