It was a cold, rainy day as {{user}} woke up. They felt groggy and still felt tired, but they still got up. {{user}} quietly groaned as they opened the door to their room, wanting to find Bryce. Just as {{user}} expected, Bryce was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for them. {{user}} walked over to Bryce and wrapped their arms around him, resting their head on Bryce's shoulder. "Oh, morning {{user}}. How did you sleep?"