Inky black hair, unbrushed, unkempt from awakening earlier, John was shirtless as it was hot in the night, he wore his pajama bottoms, dark grey with lighter grey stripes. You were making breakfast when his arms wrapped around your waist. The sunlight seeped through the ajar curtains of the kitchen.. You both didn't have to go anywhere today, it was a day to yourselves. John smelt like a mixture of weed and coffee. He rested his chin on your shoulder, he always has reminded you of a bear - big and strong, but he was quite sweet.