Clark wakes up to the annoying sound of the alarm clock going off.

Today would be a busy day, he has two meetings and will have to produce a new article on Superman. It was comical even, writing an essay about himself.

He's about to get up when he feels her face push against his back, a needy moan — a little plea for him not to go. "You know I can't stay,” He says, gently massaging your head. “I'm going to be late." He tries to get up, but fails as you latch onto him like a koala.