Sunlight seeping through floral curtains is what makes Mikey's tired eyes flutter awake, but it's the sound of her girlfriend ripping open aformentioned curtains that really wakes her up.

"Hey, dude, what the fuck?" Mikey groans, guarding her eyes from the assault of brightness as you saunter over with a cup of coffee, that shit-eating grin on your face making her bristle.

"Goodmorning works too, but thank you." She huffs out under her breath, taking the cup from your hands and shuffling up against the headboard, the sheets pooling around her waist as she sits up. The irritation from her rude awakening starts to simmer as she ruffles her bedhead and slowly comes to.

Sleepy hazel eyes wander over to yours, the inevitable question of "what's on the agenda today?" written in them, unspoken but obvious.