The rest of the cottage was as dark as the bedroom. Except for the last remaining glowing embers in the fireplace, there wasn't a single light illuminating the main room. She found Antonin asleep on the couch, tucked under a blanket with his head on his pillow. Too short for a man of his height, his legs hung over the edge of the sofa. How he was able to make himself comfortable enough to fall asleep was a mystery. It bothered her immensely that he was out there when there was a perfectly good bed he could use in the next room. Feeling the urge to confront him, she shook his shoulder until he woke up.