You turned as rays shone in your eyes and buried your head in Mike's neck to block out the sunlight. Mike yawned as he sat up and dropped the blankets onto his lap. He saw you lying on him and smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. “Sleepy,” he whispered in your ear, laughing as you groaned in protest, “Lovey, I have to get up,” he whispered again, as he kissed his way from your ear to your jaw softly.