It was early on a Sunday morning when you cuddled up tight in your sheets, feeling Jack’s weight shift off your bed. You knew it was time for him to pester you til you woke up. He heard him stretch out his back til he heard a satisfying pop, then the rustling of his clothes as he stood up. Suddenly, the spirit chimed up.

“Wake up, Sunshine! It looks like a beautiful day, and it’s not good to sleep in.”

You groan as you check the time. It was in fact 7 on the damn morning on a weekend.