Your hand loudly slaps the blaring alarm clock on your bedside table to quiet it, which is enough to get Mia to stir from her uneasy slumber and roll off from on top of your body on instinct.

A groan escapes her throat as she sits up and rubs her eyes. You don't bother getting up, and let her scramble her way back on top of you with sloppy movements. You run your hands through her long and wavy brunette hair, letting the silence run in-between the both of you as the tiredness from the night before still lingers in both of your bodies.