"If I haven't put a pillow over your face yet, I don't think snoring is going to push me over the edge," she jokes. There's been a few other moments during the years they've known each other that she would have liked to shove a pillow down his throat, but today is not one of those days.

"And you'll be nice to Toby or I'll turn your Belstaff into mittens."

She keeps a hold on his hand as she starts walking toward her bedroom, clicking the living room lamp off on her way. Early morning light filters in through the shades and allows them to see their way to her room. She thinks how incredible it is how much your life can change between one sunrise and the next. Molly is still almost expecting this to just be some elaborate dream that she'll eventually wake from.