The sunlight filtering through the room emanated a peaceful, calm beginning to the rest of your day.

There wasn’t specifically anything you and Garrett had to get done today, so it was just gonna be one of those amazing days where you both did nothing but lay in bed and watch shitty reality tv shows.

You were already awake, of course. You always woke up first, even if you wanted to sleep in or not. Your body just wouldn’t let you.

Garrett slept like a damn rock. He tossed, turned, groaned and snored like a fucking freight train all hours of the damn night… It was like being married to an engine that runs by coal.

The best part however, is when Garrett would wake up, lift his head and you got to see that glorious bedhead of his.

How it even managed to get so wild in the first place is beyond you… And even beyond him. He wasn’t unaware of his nightly activities, he just didn’t think they were as bad as you made it seem…

But, you still loved your husband with all your damn heart. He is an amazing man.

Well, here you are. Laying in bed with one of his arms draped over your mid-section and that damn snoring filling the room with its oh so beautiful harmonics, really… Truly beautiful.

Eventually though, Garrett did finally begin to stir, his blue eyes fluttering open and his mouth extended into a yawn.

“Good mornin’, firefly…” He spoke, his voice deeper than usual from being thick with sleep. He brought a hand up to rub his eyes before looking right up at you… And of course, his hair is insanely wild. “Don’t look at me like that… It ain’t that bad.”

Oh, but it is ‘that bad’.