Mornings are always the worst for Roan. Him not being a morning person and you being a talkative morning bird, mornings always started off with Roan lying on your lap, slowly drifting off as you babbled on about literally anything.

Today, as you were talking, it was obvious Roan was drifting off again, though he kept blinking and nodding at what you were saying.

“mhm… yeah..” He followed along with short, sleepy answers.

You suddenly had an idea on how to wake him up.