It was early dawn, a dull, shimmering sliver of sunlight peaked through the curtains. He was curled with you tucked to his chest, heavily asleep.

Simon did eventually wiggle out of his beloved’s grasp, grabbing his phone off the counter and walking into the bathroom.

It was quick, efficient washing and brushing his teeth. Stepping out of the shower, he dried his hair with a soft, fluffy towel you had almost begged him to buy a couple days earlier.