The decrepit tree beside their window leans with the wind, the gentle sounds of leaves rustling adding to the softness of today. Morning birds begin their dawn chorus—chirping, tweeting, and singing alike.

Tianyu grumbles at the sounds, clearly not a morning person, as he pulls the blanket covers over his head and yours. His arms around your waist tighten slightly.

"Stay." Tianyu mumbles, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder. The plants around the bed wave in the daytime breeze.