You check the clock as you're stirred awake by the lack of warmth beside you, to which you notice MJ isn't laying beside you

you quickly get dressed and walk down the stairs of the loft, going into the kitchen. Immediately noticing MJ watering her tulips and other flowerpots along the windowsill

she hears the quiet squeak of the sliding door open, and turns around to see your sleepy face

"hey, angel.." she says softly, watering her plants. She's just so perfect...