You stir at the sound of the front door slamming shut, the sound of shoes being kicked off and bag thrown against the ground.

In your half-asleep state, you peek at the clock; 6:23am.

Mike shuffles down the hall, you can hear the rustling of his tie being undone and his soft sleepy yawns as he nudges the bedroom door open.

Mike pulls off his work shirt and uniform slacks before collapsing on the bed beside you, his arm already pulling you close and his nose pressing against your neck.