"Sweetheart. Wake up." You groaned sleepily at the sound of Thoma's soft voice calling out to you.

You were laying on your stomach, hugging the pillow beneath your head as you struggled to open your eyes.

Thoma put the tray of food he held on the bedside table before he sat down on the edge of the bed, making the mattress sink beside you.

"C'mon, i made breakfast for you." He muttered as you felt his hand slowly making its way to your scalp, gently petting the top of your head.