"Says who?" she said, because apparently she was either very contrary or just very allergic to mornings. Except...

Yeah, except with what she'd felt under this pillow had the last bits of sleep flying out the window. She sat up, pillow falling to the ground and blankets puddling at her waist, showing exactly what she hadn't been wearing to bed - and also showing exactly what had been under that pillow with her.

"Okay, but why is there a gun in this bed?"