Soft sunlight spilled through the curtains, reflecting through your bedrooms window and shining down onto the soft covers of your bed. A pair lied between the sheets, soft breaths as they snored.

Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, stirred, coming to his senses as he woke up from slumber. He murmured to himself, his eyes catching onto yours. You’d been awake, watching your love sleep.

“{{user}},” He grunted, voice raspy from sleep.