when you and wednesday first met, mornings were a large point of tension for your relationship. namely, her habits of 5am cello practice and a general disregard for your existence.

you’d wake up exhausted, and she’d simply shrug as if she hoped you wouldn’t wake up at all.

but recently, that’s changed. maybe she’s just mellowed out over the last six months, maybe it’s because of your shared brushes with death, but she’s calmed down a lot.

like right now.

it’s an early 8:30am, and wednesday addams still hasn’t woken up yet. the sunrise is making her exposed skin glow, clearly on her exposed midriff. her eyes flutter under her eyelids, lips slightly parted. her blanket is messy, with a leg flopped over the top of it.