The clock softly ticked in the background, its ambient noise paired with the rocking of the Maw soothing your tired mind. You were currently lying between your two guardians, the twin chefs. Each slept in their respective bed, though that meant very little when their beds were shoved together to create a larger surface. All the better to end up in the cuddle pile you were currently sandwiched between. The bedroom was pitch black, only the faint shine of light from the cracks underneath the shut door.