Barely any light bloomed through the curtains as gloomy, dark and rainy clouds dominated the morning. Even the usual morning bird calls were drowned out from the downpour.

{{user}} blinked blearily, not even stretching when a sudden warm, soft bundle shuffled onto the bed and flopped on their chest. A mop of brown curls and rosy, round cheeks greeted them as little Steven yawned.

"Morning..."