The following day, Adrien woke up well-rested and in a good mood. His first waking thoughts were about the wonderful time he had - painted in dreamlike light within his half-consciousness; he pulled the sheets closer to his face as he tried to grasp on each moment he could remember, so to better anchor them and treasure them. He could still hear the crackling of the leaves under his feet as he followed Val on the path through the forest - he could still see the sunlight of that glade where they had rested. A smile extended on his cheeks. He tried to recall the scent of the apples he picked from that tree - he saw again his own feet hanging off the branch and Val on the ground underneath, giggling as he magicked the fruits away from his hands.