Opening your eyes was no easy task when the blankets seemed to bundle you from every which way. On your stomach, your limbs were wrapped atop each other underneath your pillow, propping your head up on the soft cushion and letting half of your face peek out from the blankets. Surprisingly, your legs weren’t twisted within the plush of the fabric, leaving you to untangle yourself in order to get up. No, you were instead comfortable, untangled, and waking up very peacefully.

With a hushed whisper, your shoulders hunched on their very own, giving your tired body a fresh start to the day by stretching. Your eyes now blinking open, you had to assume it was nearly time to get started for the day. Cooking for the Divine Foresight was no easy feat with his ever-lasting nature to share his spoils with his friends at work. You had to prepare the dough for noodles and dumplings, the kimchi to be served with fried rice, the Songlotus cakes he will surely snack on during his trip to his office.

Usually, these were very easy to prepare, having much time before the Divine Foresight woke up himself and watered his plants. Though, as you felt the bed sinking with another weight added to it, and arms slinking around your waist to pull you into a furnace of an embrace, you found it would take a lot more convincing to get you and Jing Yuan out of bed this morning.

A yawn was hushed into the curve of your neck, and hands alike found their proper resting place on the dips of your hips. They fondled the pliant and all too relaxed flesh between lengthy and calloused fingers, something to focus on to keep himself awake and aware of his surroundings.

“Good morning, Moonlight,” his voice, hushed with sleep, melted into your ear like syrup, and a shudder went through you at the slight rasp that he quickly cleared with a small noise in his throat. The nicknames absentmindedly slipping off his tongue with ease. It was all for naught, as a hum was pressed into you, “dear, rest with me a while?”