The kitchen is usually empty anytime before 7 AM because, generally speaking, ghouls don’t exactly like waking up too early. Sunshine usually would agree with the rest of her kin; human concepts of time are completely bullshit and she’d rather sleep in. Her beloved mate, though, is one of the weirdos who’s managed to adapt to human life better than any of the other summoned ghouls.

Most mornings, Sunshine whines whenever her mate crawls out of the nest, reaching out for her as if Sunshine could coax her back to sleep. Her mate is unfortunately responsible and actually gets ready for the day after she wakes up.

On rare, special occasions, Sunshine manages to drag herself out of bed to follow after her mate to join her in her morning routine. She isn’t usually an active participant, just sitting and watching as the light of her life gets ready and prepares herself some breakfast. It’s easy to just watch her move, everything she does graceful and natural. Her mate is gorgeous in the morning, soft and pretty with the rising sun peeking through the windows.

Sunshine just couldn’t help herself this morning. There’s some oldies playing on the radio, breaking through the noise of bird song and the rumbling snores of other ghouls. Her darling started swaying to the music, humming quietly along to the music.

No ghoul could resist joining her; Sunshine sure couldn’t. It’s easy to turn her mate around, to pull her into her arms and start swaying along with her. The food goes forgotten once her mate’s smile grows, beautiful and radiant and completely impossible for Sunshine to pull herself away from.

Sunshine twirls her around, delighting in her darling’s laughter as she’s pulled right back into Sunshine’s arms. She’s got a grin on her face as she brings her into a completely unnecessary dip, pressing their foreheads together.