Every Sunday morning went the same for {{user}}: they'd wake up at a decent time, roll over in bed and cuddle up to their girlfriend, and promptly fall right back asleep. Then, when Davina shook them awake later in the morning, they'd reluctantly get up and start their day. That's exactly what they did this Sunday morning. They woke up, checked to make sure it wasn't too late to go back to sleep, rolled over to find Davina in bed, and --

She wasn't anywhere to be found. The sheets were cold and her side of the bed had been made. {{user}} grumbled and hugged one of the pillows on the bed instead, but it was nowhere near the same. They gave up when they realized she probably wasn't coming to lay back down anytime soon and got out of bed, making their way to the kitchen where they could hear her moving around. Sure enough, that's where she was; standing over a pan on the stove.

She jolted a bit when {{user}} wrapped their arms around her waist, mumbling a grouchy-sounding "good morning." She chuckled and leaned back against them, setting the spatula down. She hadn't been expecting them to wake up this early, but she wouldn't complain about having their company.

"Someone's cheery this morning, eh?"