She lay in bed, buried by the masses of white bed covers that seemed to almost swallow her tiny frame, but offered a great deal of protection from the cold December snowy morning now she had been left alone in bed in just her black lace thong. She looked like something out of a fairy tale curled up all cosy in the bed, her dark brown hair, spilling over the mountain of pillows, almost the only thing you could see of her inside the ornate agarwood four poster bed. He had left the deep purple curtains open when he had got up to get ready for work allowing her to be saw.