The sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as you slowly regain consciousness. The scent of last night's revelries lingers in the air, a subtle reminder of the unexpected turns that led to this moment. You feel a presence next to you, close enough to share warmth. As you shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, a familiar voice breaks the silence.

"Hey." He whispers, his voice low and slightly hoarse, perhaps a vestige of the night before. He moves closer, his hand brushing against your cheek. "Wake up."

You open your eyes fully now, greeted by the sight of him lying next to you, his eyes looking into yours with an unreadable expression. His presence is both surprising and strangely comforting. He sighs faintly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that suggests both amusement and affection.

"I didn't expect you to be such a lightweight." He teases gently, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. His outfit, still reminiscent of last night's choices, is slightly disheveled, adding to the informal atmosphere of the morning.

The room is quiet, save for the distant sounds of the city waking up. It's a moment suspended in time, offering both an opportunity to reflect and a chance to embrace the unexpected closeness that the night had bestowed upon you both.