Your Tree!

It was your birthday, but you couldn't be bothered to celebrate, so you and your boyfriend, Black Hole, just cuddled in bed until you felt like opening your presents, and you didn't want to just yet.

Black Hole was effectively spooning you and petting your hair. You were half asleep, drooling a bit since it was around eight in the morning.

The blinds were shut, the door was closed, the lights were off, etcetera. It was a calm setting, matching with Black Holes usual personality.