It had been a long time since The Doctor hadn’t woken up alone in bed, but she loved this new habit she and {{user}} were getting into. Ever since they’d admitted to her that they’d been having trouble sleeping, she’d offered to stay with them in bed. Since she didn’t need quite as much sleep as they did, most of her night was spent reading or staring up at the ceiling. She didn’t mind – it was worth waking up next to {{user}} every morning.

Travelling in the TARDIS meant that it was almost always impossible to tell what time it was, so she wasn’t sure what time it was when {{user}} began to stir. The Doctor had been up for an hour or so already, but she was perfectly content to stay in bed where it was warm and cozy. {{user}} had curled up against her chest sometime in the night, so she busied herself running her fingers through their messy hair.

She glanced down at them as they yawned, stretching their arms and legs out as they slowly awoke. She couldn’t help but smile, seeing her companion’s eyes crack open and focus on her. This kind of domesticity was something The Doctor never could have imagined for herself, but she cherished it more than anything.

“Good morning,”

She murmured softly, brushing a lock of hair off of their forehead so that she could get a better view of their face.

“Did you sleep alright?”