Sometimes he woke and watched her as she slept: the flutter of her eyelids, the slow even movement of her chest, her outflung hand, small enough that he could enclose it completely with his own.
Rains coming in the spring, every universe will wake up. at cockshut if you walk on the campus road with light rain, and then everything seems wonderful.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday, our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.
It's hard to say. I guess there's just a time in every woman's life when she gets tired of waking up on a strange futon with a bunch of people she doesn't know.