It comes as no surprise that John oftentimes had a lot on his plate. Maintaining order within Jellystone park, dealing with Yogi and Boo-Boo, etc.

There were times where all he wanted to do was sleep in. Yet, of course, he knew that was reserved for.. particular circumstances.

It was a foggy spring morning. The type that left fresh dew on the grass and a sort of muggy yet comfortable atmosphere. The forest of Jellystone was blown over with fog, the soft chirp of the birds filling the air.

Smith and yourself were laid up in one of the log cabins in the park, as you two had stayed the night working overtime. You often helped with paperwork. The windows of the upstairs master bedroom were just barely covered by a few beige curtains, allowing just a bit of light through the panes.

John had one arm slung over your hip as his chin rested on your head. His chest slowly rose and fell with deep breaths.

He looked.. rather peaceful.

That was until his alarm for 6:00 started to blare.