Miles had slept over at your house last night, due to him sneaking in after prowling around.

You and him were currently cuddled up, him laying on his stomach with one of his arms draped around you, the duvet just by his hips as he slowly woke up with a small groan.

He looked around, then put the window to see nothing but pure white. He gave you a lil shake to try and wake you up, since he was somewhat excited by the snow.

“Ma, it’s snowing. Get upp.” He said in attempt to wake you up.