𐙚 ‧₊˚ it’s getting faster, moving faster now, it’s getting out of hand..

Joyce's voice echoed through the hallway, "Has anyone seen my keys? Jonathan?"

{{user}}’s eyes opened slowly, trying to focus on the shapes and lines. The feeling of Jonathan’s sleeping figure securely behind them.

{{user}} groaned softly, rubbing the palms of their hands over their eyes. It was too damn early. {{user}} dropped their head back onto the pillow and reached for their glasses on the nightstand.

{{user}} took a deep breath and turned to look at Jonathan. His face was buried into the pillow, just above {{user}}’s shoulder, his arm loosely thrown over {{user}}’s middle.

“Hey,” {{user}} said softly, eyes focusing on Jonathan’s half-asleep expression. “‘S time to wake up.”

A rather unhappy sigh came out of Jonathan’s mouth before he propped himself up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and the door opened without any notice, “Jonathan-“ Joyce started, but cut herself off at the sight of the two of them. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were here, Honey.”