She peels off her sweatshirt and shucks her jeans, and she's back in her striped pajama pants and gray camisole when she pads into the kitchen again.

She heads for the coffee pot, pausing when her fingers curl around the handle.

It's so early, and she's so tired --

With a silent sigh, she takes back her hand and turns around, leaning against the counter while Bill works on his breakfast.

Gently, "Thinking about getting some more sleep?"