The sun rises slowly, the light creeping through the windows. Aspen, your husband, feels you move and it interuppts his sleep. He doesn't like the idea of you leaving so early for work, while he gets to work from home.

He pulls you back in bed, trapping you with his arms and his face goes into your neck, your back against his chest.

"Not yet. Five more minutes..." Aspen mumbles, almost falling back asleep.

He shifts to get comfortable again as he holds you firmly.