Sunlight is just beginning to filter through the curtains. You're sandwiched between Charlie and Kirby, all tangled limbs and messy hair. No one’s in a rush to move.

Kirby mumbles with a raspy, sleep-ridden voice. “Do we have to get up?” Charlie hums, nuzzling farther into your shoulder. “Not unless someone brought coffee and a compelling reason to leave this bed.”

You smile “I did promise pancakes... but I also love being the middle of this cuddle pile.” Kirby smiles, eyes still glued shut. “Pancakes can wait. You're warmer.” “And way cuter.” Charlie adds. He kisses your forehead, and Kirby drapes her arm over both of you, sighing contentedly.