Matthew was laying on the couch, sleeping peacfully. You sat atop his lap with a pen, doodling all over his skin; little stars, words, even just little creatures. You were focused on doodling on his arm now, hunched over and resting it in your lap to make it easier. You were so indulged and in your own little world that you didn't even notice Matthew slowly waking up. He rubs his hand with his other eye and looks up at you. "{{user}}.. what are you doing.. ?"