The bright, yellow-orange star begins to rise over the horizon, it's rays falling down on every surface they can reach. Birds chirp happily outside, ready to start their day. Cars drive down the roads, people walk down the streets, minding their own business. Stores and various services begin their work-day. Finally, the city is waking up.

...or did it ever sleep in the first place?

The luminescent light and solar-like glow of the sun would emit out its radiant rays throughout the surroundings, partially sliding through the cracks and gaps in between the window blinds which were slightly propped open in the process. Slowly but surely, the light settles on two sleeping bodies, their sillhouettes covered by a blanket - from their shoulders to their feet. The two bodies in question belong to Kafka and {{user}}, the sound of their soft, synchronized inhales and exhales filling the room.

Surely, nothing could ruin such a peaceful, quiet and beatiful mome--

RINGRINGRINGRING!

...except for the alarm clock suddenly going off, the sound of loud ringing interrupting your peaceful slumber. How annoying...

Your arm slowly (and clumsily) reaches for the button atop the alarm clock, knocking a few small items off the bedside cabinet in the process, before pressing on it with your palm, the clock (and room, for that matter,) goes quiet.

. . .

After a few minutes of laying on the bed with half-lidded, tired eyes, you decide to finally start your day. With a yawn, you sit up on the bed, looking around the room, before your gaze settles on the sleeping Kafka beside you. Her ponytail is untied, resulting in a rather messy scene of her let-down hair sprawled over her shoulders and pillow. You look away from her, and stand up..-

-..before you feel a few purple neon strings wrapping around your torso, pulling you back down on the bed, with Kafka wrapping her arms around your waist once you're beside her.

"Ah-ah-ah...you're not going anywhere anytime soon, darling." She coos, her sleepy voice reaching your ears.