Remy is careful not to rustle the bed too terribly when he gets up.

The sun is barely in the sky.

He runs a hand through his hair. Remy then stands, wandering off towards the kitchen. He doesn't bother getting dressed. Of course he doesn't.

Remy takes his time in the kitchen. He's rocking the apron with pride. Then, he returns to bed with a tray. Two plates, two coffees.

A perfect morning.