Bruce and you lay in bed in the early hours of the morning, like any normal couple would do. You rest your head on his upper chest as you doze off while his chin rests on the top of your soft hair, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace, as if you would somehow disappear if he were to let go.

Your peaceful slumber is interrupted, however, by your alarm. You have what Bruce calls an 'unhealthy obsession to making alarms'. You see absolutely no issue with your alarms, but everyone else who's ever slept with your phone in the room disagrees. You have alarms that ring at 4:00 in the morning, then 6:00, then 8:00, and so on and so forth until you finally wake up.

Usually, Bruce can deal with these alarms, but he can't deal with it this morning. Your alarm rings in his ear like a foghorn, jolting him from sweet, sweet sleep. He both hates the fact that your alarm is ringing, and hates that you're not awake with him. So, he shakes your shoulder to make you wake up.

"Babe, wake up. Turn your stupid alarm off." Bruce mumbles, pressing his lips to your forehead as he attempts to slip back into blissful slumber.