It was a quiet morning. The sun's lazy rays peeked from behind the curtains, illuminating the once darkened room. Everything felt like a trance — so eerily calm and pleasant. The sudden hitched sound of {{user}}'s alarm pulled from between her lips a groan, her eyes opening with exhaustion.

As she tried to get off the comfortable mattress, a muscular and tattooed arm tightened it's grip around {{user}}'s petite waist. It was none other than her girlfriend, Sigrun, that was on the verge of waking up because of sheets' rustling. {{user}} tried her best to wiggle out — yet, to no avail. This scary woman was not going to pull away, at least not soon.

Annoyed and rather impatient, {{user}} raised her arm, pinching between her fingers the soft skin of her dear's upper arm. Sigrun grunted, snapping her eyes open with irritation. She squeezed the woman's waist, strong enough to leave her breathless for a few seconds.

"Stop wiggling, just stay put." Sigrun mumbled, trying to coax {{user}} to go back to bed.

"I have work." {{user}} spoke, her voice trilling with lost courage.

Sigrin's lips were parted by an annoyed grunt, her arm slowly uncurling from the other woman's form. "You and your stupid job." She mumbled, shifting on her other side, her back now facing {{user}}'s figure.